I turned on C-Span to look at the convention, and realized the roll call was beginning to start...
Alabama announced that it was casting their votes for Barack Obama and ashamedly, I cried for the next 10 minutes.
You see, I hadn't realized that while the intellectual, left-brained part of me knew that Barack Obama was the presumptive nominee, I guess there was always a part of me that was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe I'm just a simpering tool, but hearing his name called out was like a big-ass rock had been lifted off my chest. If only for a few minutes, it felt as if greatness might actually be achievable by everyone that chooses to pursue it, and that maybe, just maybe, it was possible for the psychological anchor of racism that continues to burden this country may someday dislodge itself from our psyche.
To Clinton-supporters, I'd like to say--I'm sorry. While, I've been frustrated by the tone of the attacks on the candidate that I've supported, I've always tried to be respectful of their positions. I have not, however, been able to empathize with those that held those positions. Feeling what I feel now I believe I now understand that the pain you feel must match my own feelings in their intensity. Please accept my apologies for your loss (or don't) for whatever it's worth but I felt I needed to say it.