I'm still mostly numb from the stunning victory that Barack Obama won last night.
I made calls for him. I gave money to him. I knocked on doors for him. I endured interminable, rambling conversations with my redneck relatives for him. I followed the polls every day and knew that it was likely that Senator Obama would sail on to victory. A small part of myself always felt like something would happen, that Democrats would somehow screw this up with infighting, that all our efforts were not enough.
I'm 26 years old and already struggling with a chronic illness. I've been out of work, sick and poor. I've had a child to worry about. I'm myself the child of ultra-cynical, ultra-conservative, ultra-religious parents who never spared the rod. I've never been able to vote for a presidential candidate I was proud of.
Hope comes hard.
Read More