Senator Barack Obama Made History!

This morning I woke up and feel REAAAAAALLLLLLYYYYY proud of America!

The United States of America has made history!

Senator Barack Hussein Obama is the Presumptive Nominee of the Democratic Party for the Presidency of the United States of America!

Wow! America the world is applauding us!

1442 Columbus "discovered" America.

1619 Slaves (Africans, black people) in Colonial America

1776 The United States won freedom

1820 Missouri came into the Union

1838 The Trail of Tears and the Cherokee Nation

1865 Slaves were "free"

1868 14th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution

1920 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution

1954 Brown vs. Board of Education

1958 Little Rock Nine

1963 President Kennedy Assassinated

1964 Civil Rights Act

1965 Voting Rights Act and ALL black people could vote

1968 Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Assassinated

1996 Hopwood vs. University of Texas Law School

2000 Supreme Court decided an election

2001 9/11

2003 Invasion of Iraq

2005 Hurricane Katrina pulled the covers off

2008 A Black man of mixed heritage, humble beginnings, the embodiement of the American dream - is on the road to really becoming President of the United States!

I am REALLLLLLLLYYYYYYY proud of America.

I am proud of the America - real America - where people live and work, dream and hope. I am proud of all the "little people" who sent in their $10 and $25 donations. I am proud of all the "little people" who canvassed and knocked on doors. I am proud of my cousin who dedicated over a year of his life to this campaign. I am proud of us!

Finally, finally, finally we have a candidate who was judged by the content of his character and not just the color of his skin! Nominee Obama is running for the President of the United States of America - ALL AMERICA! First People America, White America, Black America, Asian America, Latino America, Muslim America, Catholic America, Protestant America, Evangelical America, Agnostic America, LGBT America. ALL AMERICA should be proud!

This is our time! This is our season! This is history!

Senator Barack Obama and Senator Hillary Clinton have opened doors of possibility for my daughters! I thank them both for running for the highest office in this land. They brought more conversation, debate, discussion, discourse, and yes - disagreement into a political process that many of us had thought forgot about the real America. Thank you for running Senators Obama and Clinton because you talked about the 89% of America that is not in the top-top wealthiest classes. Thank you both for bringing a tough campaign. It was hard and there are wounds to be healed, the media will never be the same, bloggers have gained a voice, and people are paying attention. You made history.

Senator Obama as the Presumptive Nominee has given promise and hope to my little black girls. My black sons can now truly one day live in an America with promise and opportunity to be judged by their intelligence and character and not their hue. I can close my eyes now and see a President of First Nation descent - my Cherokee great-great-grandmother would be proud. I can close my eyes and see a President of Latin descent - my foremother from Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic would be proud. I can close my eyes and see a President of Jewish descent - my yiddish & German speaking great grandfather would be proud. I can close my eyes and see a President who is a woman - all my sisters, aunts, cousins, foremothers, friends would be proud.

This is a happy day in America. I am proud of us!

Blacks have a 375-year history on this continent: 245 involving slavery, 100 involving discrimination, and only 30 involving anything else. — Historian Roger Wilkins

Almost 13 years since the above quote - we now have something else - HOPE! CHANGE WE CAN BELIEVE IN!

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