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Yes we can...

Finally, I can wake up the day after an election and have voted for a winner. I was really moved last night by the results of the election and the faces of the crowd and the diversity reflected there and the pure joy of the moment. I grew up with the civil rights movement and saw the violence that divisiveness imparts when all men (and women) are not treated equally. The audience at the McCain rally were a sea of white and the boos were sad and reflective of the divisiveness that needs to stop unlike their leader McCain who was extremely gracious in defeat.

The fear that those that see this election as a loss and their pronouncements of doom is frankly stupid and assailable. Those that fear all that he stands for are poisoned by their clinging to a stance of that fear of what he represents...and fear is never a good reason for moving a nation. We have endured 8 years of fear mongering and thank goodness that is over. Don't be afraid, give hope a chance. Time of course will be the final arbiter of his presidency and pronouncements of doom are premature of those that cling to their fear. I am sick and tired of that bull, that's for sure and all those that say that he is going to lead us down the drain are secure in their fears and they can have it...me, I am overjoyed that we finally have someone I can believe in and that believes in me.

felicitaciones!!!!!!!!

Excellent comment! I couldn't have said it any better, babe...

Thanks!

There were many happy tears last night. It was more than just because we chose our first bi-racial president. It was more than just because the baton of leadership has been passed to a new generation. The happy tears were also tears of relief and catharsis. Our nation has at last chosen hope over fear.

When I watched the sea of faces that filled Grant Park last night, the joyous faces with wet cheeks and eyes full of hope, I could not help but remember Grant Park in 1968. Just as last night we had assembled in Chicago to witness and participate in great political catharsis. We called them the Days of Rage.

In 1968 Grant Park was not as inspiring as it was last night. There were thousands of people but not hundreds of thousands. It started out with naive hippie hope, I sat chanting with Allen Ginsburg and there was folk music and incense in the air. Then the smell of incense was replaced by the smell of tear gas and the chanting turned into shouts of alarm.

But last night we saw a different mood. The politics of confrontation had been replaced by the politics of conciliation. The tears that I saw were tears caused by joy not tear gas. I call that an improvement. It brought tears to my eyes.