to be an American.
In his acceptance speech last night, Barack Obama seemed acutely aware that this moment transcended even him and belonged to all of us, to history.
We have so much work to do to heal our country---from our current crisis, and from the deep wounds caused by inequality and prejudice. Yet, at this juncture, some healing already seems palpable and immediate. There is much yet to be done, but progress has been made. History has been made.
And I'm so grateful I'm alive to witness it, that I have the right to participate in it, and that SO many Americans embraced their right and responsibility to vote, regardless of whether they voted my way or not.
That power can change hands in America without blood being shed. That a man (and hopefully someday a woman) can rise to great power, despite coming from humble origins without money, name, or connections. That, possibly, Dr. King's dream of being judged on the content of one's character rather than the color of one's skin has become a reality.
For that and so much more, I am so proud and so grateful to be an American.