Nov 05 2008
Witness History in the Making
Like so many times before when I was witnessing history in the making (6.4, 9.11), I missed the precise moment when it happened.
When the electoral vote count scrolled cross 270, I was getting a lousy beer in the kitchen. When I came out, people are jumping, dogs barking and kisses and hugs and all that shit.
For the last 12 month, I felt like riding in a canoe on a rough sea . He was my choice and his success and failure felt so much more “real” to me than any other electoral events. Whenever arguing for him, either online or face to face, there was always a sense of dread and desperation that he could be marginalized by the great silent American majority.
And how much the mass has been tempted: first it was a name-brand politician seemed to have everything–a faux promise, a faux competency, a faux “historical first” and even a faux marriage. Next it was a great war hero that I could never learn to hate. After that it was a sweet little bitch who appeals not only to the fanatics but also the subconscious longings of a romantic Americanism amongst the common. Besides the main antagonists are all kinds of colorful characters: Jessie “the Nut Cutter” Jackson, Rev. Wright, Joe “the Big Mouth” Biden and a whinning Bill Clinton.
It was not until the financial crisis did the scale finally tipped. On the one hand, I felt quite unsettled that it took a crisis of this magnitude to change the majority’s perception. On the other, however, a close victory keeps the victor humble and driven.
Regardless, this is a wonderful night. When Obama gave his speech of the night, a couple next to me were quietly sobbing. I know how they feel. Historical moments are often remembered with a singularly strong emotion attached to it. Whenever I recall 6.4 or 9.11, I felt anger and vengence. But this is a night I’d always remember with a sense of vindication, joy and hope.