I just came back from the corner of 14th and U Streets, where an exuberant rally has broken out. Young people and not so young, black and white and Latino, are laughing, dancing and chanting "Yes We Can" and "USA" and "Obama". Car horns are sounding as they careen down 16th Street toward the White House, where many folks are offering to help George Bush pack.
14th and U was the epicenter of the 1968 riots. When I moved to DC 15 years ago, it was still pockmarked by burned out shells of buildings and liquor stores that sold beer by the bottle for a dollar, nasty fast food, and the scars of '68 unhealed. Tonight, its residents are celebrating this historic night, our nation's historic step forward.
When Barack Obama was born, his parents' marriage was against the law in 13 states, including the one immediately to the south of DC. When he was 7 yrs old, many American cities, including the one he and his family will live in, were torn apart by riots when the nation's most prophetic African American leader was gunned down. Tonight, Barack Obama is the President-Elect of the United States.
I think all of this outpouring, and the tears I can't seem to stop, are a great release from the frustration of the last eight years, the shame of Guantanamo and Abu Graib, the worry over our soldiers on two fronts, the fear that we are doing more to solidify the power of the Executive Branch than fighting those who would do us real harm.
We can see a future of hope and of pride and faith in democracy, not the blind, jingoistic kind, but a clear-eyed faith in the hard work of democracy and the good that government can do because it is ours; it is us. Out of many, we are one. The dream of our founding fathers is alive.
I have never been so proud of this country.