Once Again Finding Common Ground
It's not really a secret, although it was for a while, in deference to my husband and my neighbors, many of whom would have gone into apoplectic shock upon learning that I am an Obama Mama.
The fact that I am a Democrat and my husband a dyed-in-the-wool Republican made for some interesting conversations over these past several months, conversations that we kept confined to the walls of our home. My husband may disagree with me, but he still loves me and the vision of me being tarred and feathered by my conservative neighbors wasn't a pleasant one.
For my part, I displayed my Obama/Biden sign for but a single day, the day before the election, out of respect for his views. (I also made him swear he would under no circumstances put up a Sarah Palin sign, but that's another story.) Somehow, we manged to coexist, stay married and not get run out of the neighborhood on a rail.
Despite our political disparity, we both love the ceremony and significance of elections, and we sat together on Tuesday, glued to the television, awed by the spectacle and symbolism of the events unfolding on the screen.
I know Obama is the first African American president, and I acknowledge the achievement and its impact on the African American culture. But frankly, I don't really care what color he is. In fact, he's just as much a white man as he is a black man, so in my mind, the two almost cancel each other out. I just wanted someone in that office who would think for a change instead of simply react. Someone who at least entertained the notion that the same methods inevitably bring the same results, and those aren't working for us and haven't been for a long time. Someone who would represent all of us, not just a gentrified few.Continued on the next page