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A New Kind of Pride

by: Eugene Robinson  |  The Washington Post

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Senator Barack Obama. (Photo: Steven Voss)

    Washington - Whoever wins this election, I understand what Barack Obama meant when he said his faith in the American people had been "vindicated" by his campaign's success. I understand what Michelle Obama meant, months ago, when she said she was "proud of my country" for the first time in her adult life. Why should they be immune to the astonishment and vertigo that so many other African-Americans are experiencing? Why shouldn't they have to pinch themselves to make sure they aren't dreaming, the way that I do?

    I know there's a possibility that the polls are wrong. I know there's a possibility that white Americans, when push comes to shove, won't be able to bring themselves to elect a black man as president of the United States. But the spread in the polls is so great that the Bradley effect wouldn't be enough to make Obama lose; it would take a kind of "Dr. Strangelove effect" in which voters' hands developed a will of their own.

    I'm being facetious but not unserious. In my gut, I know there's a chance that the first African-American to make a serious run for the presidency will lose. But that is precisely what's new, and, in a sense, unsettling: I'm talking about possibility, not inevitability.

    For African-Americans, at least those of us old enough to have lived through the civil rights movement, this is nothing short of mind-blowing. It's disorienting, and it makes me see this nation in a different light.

    You see, I remember a time of separate and unequal schools, restrooms and water fountains - a time when black people were officially second-class citizens. I remember moments when African-Americans were hopeful and excited about the political process, and I remember other moments when most of us were depressed and disillusioned. But I can't think of a single moment, before this year, when I thought it was within the realm of remote possibility that a black man could be nominated for president by one of the major parties - let alone that he would go into Election Day with a better-than-even chance of winning.

    Let me clarify: It's not that I would have calculated the odds of an African-American being elected president and concluded that this was unlikely, it's that I wouldn't even have thought about such a thing.

    African-Americans' love of country is deep, intense and abiding, but necessarily complicated. At its hour of its birth, the nation was already stained by the Original Sin of slavery. Only in that past several decades has legal racism been outlawed and casual racism made unacceptable, at least in polite company. Millions of black Americans have managed to pull themselves up into mainstream, middle-class affluence, but millions of others remain mired in poverty and dysfunction.

    A few black Americans broke through into the highest echelons of American society. Oprah Winfrey became the most powerful woman in the entertainment industry by appealing to an audience that is mostly white. Richard Parsons, Stanley O'Neal and others became alpha males in the lily-white world of Wall Street. Through superhuman skill and unbending will, Tiger Woods came to dominate a sport long seen as emblematic of white privilege.

    Along came Barack Obama, a young man with an unassailable resume and a message of post-racial transformation. Initially, a big majority of African-Americans lined up behind his major opponent in the Democratic primaries, Hillary Clinton. The reason was simple: In the final analysis, white Americans weren't going to vote for the black guy. Better to go with the safe alternative.

    But an amazing thing happened. In the Iowa caucuses, white Americans voted for the black guy. That's the moment Obama was referring to when he said his faith in the American people was vindicated. For me, it was the moment when the utterly impossible became merely unlikely. That's a huge, fundamental change, and it launched a sequence of events over the subsequent months that made me realize that some things I "knew" about America were apparently wrong.

    Even if John McCain somehow prevails, that won't change the fact that Obama won all those primaries, or that he won the nomination, or that he raised more money than any candidate in history, or that he rewrote the book on how to run a presidential campaign. Nothing can change the fact that so many white Americans entrusted a black American with their hopes and dreams.

    We can all have a new kind of pride in our country.

  

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Eugene Robinson's words made

Eugene Robinson's words made me weepy. I can try to imagine his experience watching this historic election, but I cannot stand in his shoes. I am a white female, 68 yrs. old. However, I can celebrate this amazing moment in U.S. history. Most especially, I can celebrate the narrative that brought this exceptional young man from his unusual past to break through all the social, cultural, political, and psychological barriers in his path to rise above the fray because of his determination to serve a larger cause, a larger America, a true United States. I'm proud to be an American with a pride I've never known!

I know this is primarily an

I know this is primarily an article about race in America, but the final sentence about having "...pride in our country" is such a breath of fresh air after such a long suffocation. I am absolutely proud of America right now - and extremely hopeful that Obama will succeed. For me, electing a black president is just icing on the cake. For me, electing an INTELLIGENT and CARING president is enough to lift my spirits high. At last.

I find myself on the verge

I find myself on the verge of tears today--all day. As I stood in line with my toddler talking to my neighbors, as I listen to the astonishment in the voices of those of us who can see that what we've been afraid to hope for may actually be here. I can hardly speak today. I, too, am a white woman. I have never known the racism that I read about in Obama's book (my own special magic today: I am rereading Dreams of my Father and no other books until the returns come in). I've known, still know, sexism (I see it when people think that a vote for ANY woman would be equal to a vote for Hillary). And I rejoice that Change is here. Whatver happens tonight, tomorrow the week to come. Change is here. And I'm crying, again.

In just about 45 minutes, I

In just about 45 minutes, I leave with my ticket in hand for the rally in Grant Park, here in Chicago. I haven't been able to work all day. I'm feeling overwhelmed with joy and my spirit is just full. That I have the opportunity to attend this historic event words cannot express the pride I feel as an african american, but not just a black american, but an AMERICAN! I plan on staying until the very end, because it is a once in an lifetime event. And I'm honored to be going.

Even some of us white males

Even some of us white males are finding it difficult not to well up with tears after so many years of immoral policies spouted by Bush and his pro-death supporters in the name of their twisted version of God. The overwhelming majority of theology professors at most Catholic universities (in many cases the entire theology and religion department) support Obama because he best represents the rich breadth and depth of Catholic social teaching. But many of us wonder if anything we say matters when so many of our friends outside the university world have such a narrow understanding of their own tradition that all they can do is focus on one issue. Perhaps some of our friends and students really are listening and actually do understand the richness of their tradition. Onward for "the audacity of hope."

I am the mother of a

I am the mother of a multi-racial child and the grandmother of multi-racial children -- children who I have raised with both pride and worry. My daughter is brilliant and successful, competent and everything I'd hoped for when she was little. My grandchildren are brilliant and I know they, too, will live good lives. When I made the choice of an African-American husband over forty years ago, I truly did not know what I was in for - but I soldiered on, even after becoming a single mom, trusting that my love for my daughter and my faith in her abilities would counteract the inevitable racism she would encounter. My admiration for Barack Obama's mother and grandmother is only enhanced because I know their struggles. Their struggles have been my struggles. My success as a mother shows every day in her goodness, hard work, compassion, and mothering. Their success as mother and grandmother shows in this remarkable man, who never ceases to amaze me with his intelligence, sincerity and grace under pressure. In all those years of struggle, I never thought I'd live to see the day when the USA elected a black person as president. Now I'm afraid that the dream will burst in a flood of stolen votes. I'm afraid that this vision of hope for a more compassionate, more good-spirited USA will wither in a hail of spite and nastiness. Tonight, after the results come in, I will either cry myself to sleep -- or dance in the street. There is no in-between. I hope to take my grandchildren down to the county fair building where the vote tabulating happens and where we can watch the returns in person. Until then, I can hardly breathe.

I am an old white

I am an old white lady...brought up in the racist/sexist 50's. Last year I re-read "Black Like Me" and was again reminded of what Black Americans have had to endure. Today things are different for race and gender but we must not forget that women wouldn't be where they are today if it weren't for our Black vanguard, who opened the path to equality before us with their own blood. I, as a woman old enough to remember the soul-destroying effects of sexism, am grateful. Today I pulled the lever for Barak Obama, and said a prayer for him and for our country. I believe that with him as President—as our vanguard—this country can make its way back to becoming an America we can be proud of.

As a white female who grew

As a white female who grew up in the 1940s-1950s under strict segregation, it has been a long road for me to come to the point where I find it unremarkable that a black man may be our next president (if we're lucky). I have no illusions that the racism in the past is all behind us, but I do see signs of improvement, year by year. My only worry is that the Republicans may yet manage to manipulate enough votes to steal this election too. Let us be vigilant, and, if necessary, outspoken, in the protection of every American citizen's right to vote.

Nope. If McCain wins,

Nope. If McCain wins, through someElectoral College manipulation, or through the unspeakable possibility that white Americans cannot bring themselves to vote for a black man, we all lose. End of story.

I have been on the verge of

I have been on the verge of tears off and on all day. I got in line at 7am this morning at my polling place in Minneapolis. The mood was festive and neighborly. After about 10 minutes I could feel the spirits of "many thousands gone". I trembled as some of their names and images passed through my mind: my grand parents, great grand parents, my great, great... then Fannie Lou Hamer, Malcolm Shabazz, David Walker, Ella Baker, Chief Seattle, Hole in the Day, Crazy Horse, Martin Luther King, Anna Mae Aquash, Myles Horton, Cesar Chavez, A.J. Muste, Jane Addams, I.F. Stone, Studs Terkel, Meridel LeSeuer and unnamed common people who paved the way to this day. This is a day of YES! A day of possibilities we dared to dream... maybe a future that holds "all the Adams, all the Eves and their countless generations". Peace be as the struggle continues for what needs to be, for what must be if we are to live on this blue green planet at all. As Gwendolyn Brooks wrote: This is the urgency, LIVE! And have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind!"

you know what, its a new

you know what, its a new world and i am so glad that Eugene Robinson and millions of others are witnesses to truth. The sooner we put the past behind us, the better.

I was 20 in 1968 and spent a

I was 20 in 1968 and spent a lot of time being transported by the spiritual quality of what was afoot at the time: Getting real about the best and worst in being human and confronting that reality by not being afraid to bring it into thought and action. Mr. Obama holds out that same possibility to us again. ( I didn't think I'd see it again in my lifetime.) We are blessed to be offered another chance to come together and be a people who confront their failures and build their futures to live the dream that is America.

I was 18 in 1968, woefully

I was 18 in 1968, woefully ignorant at first, a white boy in a white man's world, but I soon came to understand the ways of injustice in America. For me, it was the flip side of Michelle Obama's sentiment: Over the last 40 years, I've come to be ashamed of my country. "Defining Moment" and "Renewing America's Promise" are not rhetorical cliches. They are genuine historical sentiments. But say a prayer for G.W. Bush. If he had been halfway competent or successful, this moment might not have arrived when it did.

A beautiful article, Mr.

A beautiful article, Mr. Robinson. Thank you.

This is so profound. I chose

This is so profound. I chose to go to a public High school in Okla during integration. My family taught me tolerance and respect for all people. The Civil Rights Movement ushered in the Women's Movement, and the Disability Rights Movement. It is so right that a person of color is leading us into a new vision, and Obama is magnificent, intelligent, ethical, and humble, a true leader. He will front the Americans who know and we will back him, as he will have much work to do. He is able to unite this country and the Whole World Is Watching. Seattle, WA

Thank you for your powerful

Thank you for your powerful witness. Now the work begins anew with OUR responsibility to support President Obama and to advocate for the poor.

I am a 62 yr old white male

I am a 62 yr old white male traitor. I was raised during the 50s in NJ 'burbs informally segregated not only against blacks but also Jews. I was a Junior in college before I ever spoke to an African-American. I was raised to be Christian and a patriot. There was a glitch in the program though, so that all created equal and all children of God stuff got taken seriously. I became a foot soldier in the civil rights and anti-war movements and a cheerleader of the women's and gay liberation movements. Then the unbearable long winter I feared would never end descended. Spring--please, please let it not be a false one--breathed its first warm breath on me last night while tears streamed down my cheeks as President-elect Obama delivered his superbly generous and soberly realistic acceptance speech. A friend's grandmother told me many years ago that we traitors were seeds in the snow. Dare we sprout after such a long, bitter dormancy? I hope so, since the decent and intelligent man we've elected is gonna need all the help he can get. And we geezers owe him big time for preserving the best we ever were and maybe, just maybe, beginning to build for our grandchildren the world we'd hoped to give our children. How strange it is to hope again.

Senator Obama was elected

Senator Obama was elected because he has a vision for America in a time that we desperately need an intelligent, educated, visionary to lead us. The fact that he is black (or half white) seems to have had little to do with his winning, and that is as it should be. I am a 72 year old white woman who has also seen much injustice to black people. I cried for joy when the media called the race for Obama.