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Nearly eight months ago I teared up at a political moment:
I just broke into tears - happy tears. I
thinkbelieve Barack Obama is going to be the next president of the United States. A black man in my lifetime.
Tonight I cried again.
Although the energy in the stadium was palpable and I felt a little surge of adrenaline building when we walked into Invesco, it didn't happen until the end. When Obama tapped Biden on the shoulder, grabbed Joe, Jill and Michelle and headed out to thank the crowd a final time. Michelle and Barack wrapped their arms around each other's waist, embraced, kissed and waved to the crowd. This beautiful black couple - the next President and First Lady.
And then it hit me again all over. The realization that the next president will be black.
I have two nephews and a niece and I worry for the boys in ways I never do for my niece simply because my nephews are growing up to become black men in America.
My youngest nephew is a typical 11 year old in many ways. He likes playing video games, sports and listening to music on his iPod. He is a kind, quiet and thoughtful young man. In short he is a typical American boy.
Please note: I said typical American boy not typical African American boy. And the sight of Obama as President will help keep it that way. Nobody will ever again be able to see my nephew and tell him that he can't, that he's not good enough. That he cannot achieve any dream he dreams. Because come inauguration day, yes he can.
