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    I cried too and here's a poem I wrote in that moments honor:

    Why I cried on Inauguration Day by Olecia Christie
    The hour dawned just like any other with the force of day obliterating the memories of the nightsky.
    With the same simplicity of another day came the most rewarding experience etched in history's tablet forever and I privy to this landscape of reality again felt the urge to write.

    I cried on Inauguration Day not because of the "pseudo-god like quality" ascribed to the patron of the hour Barack Obama.
    But because I know he stands not as a representation of himself but as one who is chronicling the unseen dreams of Fredrick Douglass, my most cunning slave.

    I cried on Inauguration Day not because I see my blackness as a waggonist tool now most popular because of the frenzy being created by the world, but because more than anything else my blackness today represents faith, hope and strength personified.

    Today I cried as I saw the black persona took on wings and literally flew up to the skies and ignited the multi-racial crowd beckoning all to share its tears of yesterday, its triumps of today and tales to come.

    I cried on inauguration Day as I heard the words by the backra massa of yesterday " You are 3/5th of a human being" fall to the ground meaningless and dead.

    Today I watched as a people uniquely special began the long and tumultuous walk to reversing the deep taints of a movement which robbed them of their personal truths.

    My black self listened carefully as the heavens rejoiced at the fact that a race so tortured , so affected by the whips of lies, self -hate and division finally got a glimpse of their "what ifs" through the voice of a man whose ancestors are from Africa.

    Oh to think Sweet Mother Africa! The continent of slaves, the place for dreamers. Today I felt for the first time that these dreams can stand as tall as he stood. So tomorrow I can tell my students that dreaming is not for fools but for those who recognize and believe that there is nothing false about hope.

    For every slave that was spat upon, kicked, whipped, mocked and told that they could not aspire to a place of greatness I thank you. For without your legacy we would have very little to hope for and almost nothing to fight for and it is in light of this I declare our pains of yesterday as purpose in disguise .

    Today I read the news with the greatest sense of pride, not only as a Barack Obama fan but as a black woman twice cursed by slavery. But today the whole world must agree that to be black means to be an untarnished spirit filled with explosive possiblities and the audacity to believe in dreams.

    I wiped my tears as I said to myself ' but this must be what Martin Luther King Jr. dreamt of ' and I simply thought God bless the broken road that led us here. (Copyright 2008)

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