This thought was foremost in my mind when watching Obama’s victory speech in Grant Park in 2008.
I called my Dad when I got home from my evening class that night. We watched tv. When they called the election for Obama, my Dad was quiet. He tried to speak but he was crying. He said he never thought he’d see the dat that a black man was president of this country. He was so happy. I was crying too. I felt that way during the primaries when I was a huge supporter of John Edwards. But when I heard my dad cry
