My Obamababy
Our ultrasound/Obama mashup, via obamicon.me. Not sure which caption is better. It’s fun, you should make one and share…
1 comment January 19th, 2009
King
I’m writing this to you, little one, on the evening before Barack Hussain Obama II is sworn in as the President of The United States Of America. Your mother and I spent the bulk of our twenties mired in a country that has been run by a group of men and women who stole their powers from it’s great citizens. We are hopeful. We are hopeful that the world you will grow up in will be moving forward. Hopeful that you will know racism only in the abstract, as a footnote in one of your history books. Hopeful that you will not fear the air you breathe, the water you drink. We can only hope, little one, because presuming at this point would be folly. We know that the reality may be quite different from our hopes for you. But we also know that the history that will begin to be written tomorrow will be created by highly intelligent people who are standing on the shoulders of giants. And that is what feeds our hope.
Today is a celebration of one of our nations greatest leaders. He was not an elected official in the usual sense. He was merely a very bright young man who found himself unable to witness the horrors he saw around him, everyday. The people in his community sensed in him a great power, one that could change history. He rose to a staggering challenge in the face of grave danger to his family and his self. He changed America, and he changed the world. He died a hero to millions of people, silenced by a coward who didn’t want the world to change. He did not work alone, but today we recognize him as a symbol of all who helped. The world that you grow up in will be forever touched by the work he did while he was alive, and the work of countless others inspired long after his death.
As you grow up and begin to really know me, you will know that I am a man rarely moved to tears. And yet on this day, with thoughts of your life in my heart, I cannot help but weep with joy for the world you will inherit and influence. And I sob with sorrow at those mighty Americans who gave everything they ever had to make sure that world will be better than it was when they left us. All of the progress we have made will be entrusted to you, little one; and you will have an obligation to continue the work.
All progress is precarious, and the solution of one problem brings us face to face with another problem.
-Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
1 comment January 19th, 2009
The Obama Rally…
…was fantastic. I’m sunburned all to hell, so tomorrows OSU game is going to be rough, but it felt so good to be that close to the man who will be leading us for the next four years. Maybe a picture later, but for now, a bit of the transcript that brought tears to my eyes:
Together, we cannot fail. Not now. Not when we have a crisis to solve and an economy to save. Not when there are so many Americans without jobs and without homes. Not when there are families who can’t afford to see a doctor, or send their child to college, or pay their bills at the end of the month. Not when there is a generation that is counting on us to give them the same opportunities and the same chances that we had for ourselves.
We can do this. Americans have done this before. Some of us had grandparents or parents who said maybe I can’t go to college but my child can; maybe I can’t have my own business but my child can. I may have to rent, but maybe my children will have a home they can call their own. I may not have a lot of money but maybe my child will run for Senate. I might live in a small village but maybe someday my son can be president of the United States of America.
Now it falls to us. Together, we cannot fail.
2 comments October 10th, 2008
