Ms. Pearl just arrived to vote for the man who, according to Michael Eric Dyson will "integrate economic Viagra" into our nations troubled economy. Ms. Pearl is fragile, she walks with the assistance of a cane and is accompanied by her grandchildren who also bear the wrinkles of laughter and age around their eyes and mouths. Ms. Pearl is African-American. I imagine that at some point in the development of her wisdom Ms. Pearl wasn't allowed to punch the ballot. I imagine that at some point in her life she was told that her opinions were insignificant which inherently suggests that she was too. It is our opinions, our beliefs, our hope, that carry us through this unbelievable time. Our hopes, not fears, that inspire us to wait in line for three hours, but allow people like Ms. Pearl to do the honors without waiting. She has been waiting long enough. We all have. I am so proud to experience, in my life, this day where an African-American can stand equally among men, can believe in a nation that has not believed in him for centuries, and can find support from community members across the world. I am hopeful. I want Ms. Pearl to experience this equality; to witness this highly qualified man being sworn in as President of the United States of America - for American to finally, truly become united again as a people; not a party, not a color, but people.
Today makes my heart too full. I am crossing my fingers. I am so, so, so hopeful.
Either way, whatever happens, today I am proud to be an American.
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