
I honestly was in shock last night. I guess I had been conditioned to believe that this could never happened. Even with people getting so excited around me, I kind of had this stoic look on my face. It was like a traumatic event had just taken place. I thought for sure there would be tears, but there weren't. I had plans to go out and party with Raheem, but I couldn't. I was just exhausted. It was like all the pain and frustration of being a black male in this country had just taken over my body and told me that this was not true and that I was only dreaming. I just wanted to go home and get in the bed and fall asleep and make sure that this wasn't a dream. And then I woke up this morning, opened my lap top to NYTimes.com and realized that it was indeed true. It is true! And the tears are just flowing like crazy man. I can't even tell you. I'm not even ashamed. I might cry tears of joy for the next two weeks. I'm not even joking. I know that's what my Great Grandmother would be doing if she were alive. She dedicated her entire life to helping black people get a higher education at a time and in a place (Texas) where people initially were not trying to hear that. I wish that she had lived to see this day.
I am just so happy for young black children that now have the ultimate role model. When someone tells them that you can be anything you want, they will now know that it is true! I know this is not everyone's experience, but my brother and I grew up with pretty much no strong male figure in our lives. I mean we were basically raised by our mother, grandmother and great grandmother. The three of them did an unbelievable job as a combined unit, but let me tell you, we basically had no black male role models. It was like Magic Johnson, Bo Jackson, and Bill Cosby. Athletes and a fictional character. We grew up knowing maybe a handful of black professionals. Lawyer? That's some Clair Huxtable ish. Black President? Nah, that ain't happening. But after last night, I know black people can accomplish anything. I know what that would have done to me as a child. And I am happy that black children around America -- no matter their circumstances -- will at least have one role model in their life. When I go mentor at inner city schools around L.A., I now expect students to stand up and say "My name is (fill in the blank) and when I grow up, I want to be president". They are going to say that and believe it can be true. That makes me so happy, I can't even tell you.
Man, I'm a college graduate and a future attorney, and as squeaky clean as they come, yet I've had girlfriends with parents that wouldn't even meet me because I was black. I've had friend's parents who barely acknowledged me because I was black. I know what that did to me as a person. But I would often think "if it's like this for me, I wonder what it's like for black men that haven't been lucky enough to achieve the things I have in my life". That's why it was hard for me to believe. I supported Obama with all of my heart. I really did. But there was a part of me that at the core thought that something would happen to prevent him from taking his rightful place in history. I would hear about these Bradley effect theories. I would see ignorant Obama smear tactics. Thoughts of something wrong happening just made me spasm internally. Even when it was obvious that he was going to win I still didn't want to believe. But I do believe now. America has regained my faith. I can't even tell you. Peace and Love...


