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Sunday, November 9, 2008

Mr. President

Photo taken by my dear husband

Okay, I just can't stop gushing over our new president to be. I'm so proud and inspired and keep reading these articles that leave me overflowing. So I thought I'd share some of the quotes I've come across that have moved me to tears and left me beaming and dreaming and longing to dance with the world.

"Some princes are born in palaces, some are born in mangers. But few are born in the imagination, out of scraps of history and hope. Barack Obama never talks about how people see him: I'm not the making history, he said every chance he got. You are. Yet as he looked out Tuesday night through the bulletproof glass, in a park named Civil War general, he had to see the truth on people's faces. We are the ones we've been waiting for, he liked to say, but people were waiting for him, waiting for someone to finish what a King began.

Barack Hussein Obama did not win because of the color of his skin. Nor did he win in spite of it. He won because at a very dangerous moment in the life of a still young country, more people than have ever spoken before came together to try to save it. And that was a victory all its own.

When the race was called, there was a rush of noise, of horns honking and kids shouting and strangers hugging in the streets. People danced in Harlem and wept at Ebenezer Baptist Church and lit candles at Dr. King's grave. More than a thousand people shouted, Yes we can! outside the White House, where a century ago it was considered scandalous for a President to invite a black hero to lunch." Nancy Gibbs, Time Magazine

"Blood flowed as election day dawned in Barack Obama's ancestral village in western Kenya. The presidential candidate's half brother, Malik, tied a bull to a tree, then hobbled it and asked me to hold the beast's head to the ground as he drew a machete across its jugular.

The Obama's have descended on Kogelo to celebrate an event so improbable -so audacious, to use their American cousin's word-that as Malik says, it's beyond comprehension. The Jor'Obama have gone from barefoot subsistence farmers to the U.S. presidency in two generations.

My brother is not supposed to accomplish even half of what he has. It's meant to be impossible. And yet it happened, says Malik. It makes you wonder. Is this some force at work, the dynamics of nature or life? Is it God? We divided the world after 9/11. And the world said no. And through my brother, we can all connect again."

For more inspiring words, you need to check out the November 17, 2008 issue of Time Magazine. The gushing just goes on and on.

1 comment :

  1. I adore you! Thank you so much for this blog, for your inspired moments since the election, for your sweet beginnings poem, for the picture of Alice and her beautiful letter, for this amazing photograph of fall berries that is so essentially Oregon. I love it all! Thank you for being my friend and my fellow writer. Much Love to you!!!!


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