The Important Moment - Pooh on Obama
"What do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?"It's morning in America, and, as inspirational as that sounds, Americans are not morning people. It's morning in America, and we're a little grumpy, we're shaking off sleep, and the dream world we had an hour ago is hard to even recall. Soon, we have to report to work.
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best -- " and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
Did Tuesday night change everything? Did it change nothing? Did it change some things? I will let more eloquent bloggers wrestle with that one.
What I know in my heart is that Obama and America have given me that important moment of which Pooh speaks. I sat in my living room jammed with friends and I was shot through with hope and gratitude and joy. It was better than having the presidency - it was the moment of knowing that America was about to put a smart, competent, up-from-welfare black man into its highest office.
Yes, of course, I know that sooner than I care to admit I will be grousing on this soap box about some ghastly mistake or decision that President Obama has made. Of course, I know that milk and honey will not flow, and money will not grow on trees. My average day for the next four years will not be markedly different than my average day for the past eight.
But I'll carry the moment for the rest of my life, and it will sustain me in moments of dark cynicism and political hopelessness. It, together with Election Night '92, when I stood in the middle of the street with a neighbor toasting a new President from Hope, Arkansas, will remind me that joyful anticipation is not crushed by grim reality - reality is made to sparkle by transcendent moments.
If you didn't feel it on Tuesday night, I'm certain we who did seem silly to you in the cold light of the morning. Perhaps, though, you've felt it at other times. I don't know what makes the blood of a Republican race, but I hope it has - perhaps when Dick Cheney shot a lawyer in the face, perhaps when Colin Powell pranked the UN, or some other moment that made you proud to be a Republican.
Having had the moment of joy, though, we're strengthened and energized for the struggles and failures ahead. Yes, if you look at how Missouri voted, I agree that we should consider changing our name to Northern Mississippi, or Alabama Without The Gulf Coast.
It's morning in America, but Tuesday was one helluva night.
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