DC was alive last night in a way that I have never seen before and in a way that I will never ever forget.
This was a night when people that may have never proudly waved an American flag because of the dark ages we have been in for a decade, did so with nothing but hope and positivity.
This was a night when from Adams Morgan to U Street to 16th Street to the White House to the National Mall to Capitol Hill there were people pouring into the streets hugging and cheering and high-fiving and honking and dancing. They were so genuinely happy to see other faces as inspired and hopeful as they now can be.
This was a night when the 93% of the city that voted for Barack Obama could once again see that they lived in a country where they can be inspired by their leaders to dream of the future, of their own future–and that this same country that once seemed to be falling into a divided abyss still does in fact hold within it the human capital to make the future better.
Hope and change is not all talk. I think for the first time I may actually believe it’s possible. This ultimate cynic that 2 years ago thought the Democratic party was shooting itself in the foot for putting forth a black candidate and woman candidate, is, at least for now, reformed into someone that believes positivity can actually overcome negativity.