I love this header and photo that was on The HuffPost:
But I love this one even more:
I’m so proud right now, I can’t even put the power of my emotions into words. As a child of parents from deep in the Mississippi Delta, parents who chopped and picked cotton as children and as teens and had to quit school to help their parents earn money to feed the entire family, parents who had to go through back doors, drink from segregated fountains, and suffer myriad other indignities merely because of their skin color…this is huge. As a child who witnessed vestiges of this during our many trips to Mississippi during the summers of my youth…this is huge. I am so. very. proud.
But it’s not just because this is a major first for blacks in this country and the western world, although that’s a big, big deal. And it’s not just because this is a triumph for people of color everywhere, even though that’s a big deal, too. Being black or a person of color is not and should not be enough to earn someone the right to opportunity. Opportunity should be afforded to everyone, especially those who can legitimately come with the goods. I am proud because a man who HAPPENS TO BE BLACK has proven to be the most charismatic, hopeful, forward-thinking, and unifying political figure to emerge in my lifetime. And he has prevailed and won the right to be the Democratic nominee.
I wish my father was alive to see this. I feel this deeply, very deeply, for him and all those, including myself, who feared this might possibly never happen in my lifetime. As much as I love America, as much as I have a diverse palette of friends, as much as this country seems to move forward, as this campaign has shown us, old habits, values, and beliefs die hard. Still…
So, Mr. Obama, this song is for you. You held your head high and maintained your dignity, even in the face of those who were determined to see you discredited. You have given us hope to the infinite power, and for that, I celebrate you and will continue to help in your continued journey to the White House. From Jill Scott’s lips to your ears, “don’t let nobody hold you back.” Let freedom ring, my brotha, let freedom ring.
*Expect a flood of babies of both genders to be named “Barack” or “Obama” in the coming weeks, months, and years. This is legacy, folks. Plenty of people will be honoring this man, and this moment, by bestowing his name on others. The Age of The Funny Sounding Name is officially here, and I, for one, have never been happier to see it arrive!!!