This is now the day of what may be an historic moment for our country. This is our moment. I was not an Obama supporter – I came late to the campaign. After Edwards dropped out, I was faced with the choice of Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama. I was torn for a short period, but then decided to back Hillary.
When she was defeated, I was angry, and I was discouraged. Those who read my blog know how bitterly disappointed I was. I pondered over what course to take – whether to get over it and support Obama or to remain disenchanted and sit out the election. In my heart, I knew I could not sit out an election, so I got over it and moved on.
I have voted since I turned 21 – way back in 1969. The age was later lowered to 18 but not in time for me to vote in the 1968 election. I can probably count on the fingers of one hand how many times I have missed voting in my almost 40 years of elections.
Many folks this year have voted early, and my friends have urged me to vote early, but I just couldn’t do it. I love to vote in person. And now I find it hard to get to sleep knowing that in just a few hours I will be voting in person.
I will get up, and I will go to the Baker Street Station – my polling location. It will be dark and it will be quiet when I get there at 5:45 a.m. I want to be outside when the door opens and the election official walks outside in the dark and the stillness and calls out, “Here ye, Here ye, the polls are now open.”
This is my party for all its faults and all its wonderful qualities. So, in a few hours I will be casting what in my life may be my most important vote. And I pray that I will be celebrating an Obama victory tonight and looking toward a future of hope and optimism.
This truly is our moment – this is our one day to change the world.