Wed 5 Nov 2008
Note: Today I'll be invoking the 'journal' quality of my blog. I'm blogging for me.
Today I have two main thoughts, the first profoundly happy, the other like the thick swallow you take before throwing yourself out of a plane, trusting in the parachute.
- Barack Obama could very well turn out to be a decent president. Good, even. A President we remember fondly, like Bill Clinton maybe. If that's the case, maybe yesterday won't seem so memorable in 10, 20, 50 years. But then again, if Obama is the kind of transformative President I so badly want, and we as a country so badly need, then I'll remember a lot about yesterday. I'll remember filling in the line on my ballot and touching the names of Obama and Biden a little bit. I'll remember the faint echoes of joyous whoops in my neighborhood, and the tears on Tamar's face when we heard 'Barack Obama has been elected the 44th President of the United States,' even though the polls didn't leave us with much suspense. Right now these memories are very vivid, and I hope they stay that way.
- It's a funny thing. At the end of 2 years of long, hard fought campaign in which every conceivable difficult issue was batted around, after endless interviews, rallies, miles traveled, and angry back-and-forth, maybe the toughest campaign ever, after all of that, the prize that Obama has earned for himself is only the hardest job anyone could have. Last night, I thought Obama seemed ever-so-slightly sobered by that weight as he gave his victory speech. It's a lot of trouble, a lot of battle, a lot of repair, and a lot of expectation that's waiting for him.