Today, my heart is full, as are my eyes every time I see the sea of people that are gathered in D.C. to witness this historic event. I am especially undone when they talk to African Americans who remember a time where a black man couldn’t sit down at the same lunch counter as whites, much less be the President of the United States.
Yes, at those moments I just really lose it.
The color of a person’s skin has never really been an issue for me. My dad was in the military when I was small and we lived in military housing, so, of course, I had friends of all colors. When he was based in Japan, my best friend was a precious (I don’t REALLY remember him, but I have pictures) little boy named “Tiny.” I guess because he was, come to think of it, Tiny. He was also black. Not that I cared.
To me, he was just my friend.
I was 6 when we landed in Glen Rose, so I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking, but I have to wonder if my little mind was wondering why there weren’t any kids who looked like Tiny there. It would be years before a black family tried to live in Glen Rose; specifically, it was 1977, the year I was in 7th grade. A nice black kid came to school one day and as far as I remember, it seemed to go well, but he didn’t come back the next day.
When we moved to Cleburne, I was encouraged that my children would attend school in a much more racially diverse environment and have friends of all colors. I tried very hard to raise them as color blind as I had been and I think I succeeded. I know that I was even more fervent in my efforts in order to counter their dad’s rather different views about race. I remember with glee one coversation we had when the girls were little bitty, one of those where you wax theoretical about how things will be when they are 16 and dating, and I said something along the lines of that I would rather they bring home a good black man than a bad white one.
Oh, the look I got. It still makes me giggle.
So, I said all that to say this. When I first became smitten with Barack Obama and his message, the fact that he was a man of color was of no consequence to me. I did not look at him and see a black man. I looked at him and saw a man who gave me hope, who inspired me, and who made me want to be better…do better…and it wasn’t just me…
It was the whole country.
I am so proud of us today. I am proud of us.
We picked the right man for the job and in a very few minutes, he will be sworn into office.
What a wonderful day.
God bless American and God Bless President Barack Obama.