At the Key Food on Flatbush in Park Slope, I raced through the aisles for some Newman’s Own Dressing and my fancy $1 gourmet oatmeal cookies that I have on hard days. I have a half an hour before the DNC starts and I know I am cutting it close.
Suddenly I run right into a tall, cute guy in a suit. I apologize and pick up cookies from the grocery store floor. Looking up I see Bill, (OK, that not his name but I don’t want all my business out there.) a guy I know from my high school days. He smiles at me. Tells me I look good and I’m flattered. These days, I take compliments when I can get them. He looks good. Really good. He works far away and when I ask why he doesn’t move he pauses and says, “It’s hard being a single guy out there. I’d rather stay here.” I thought he was still living with his ex. We both smile and it’s nice but I JUST CAN’T CONCENTRATE.
I take a cursory glace at my cellphone. It’s 8:45 and I can’t remember whether Barack is on at 9 or 10! Bill begins to ask me about myself, my job, when I moved back to Brooklyn when finally, I just look him in the eye and say, “I’ve gotta be honest with you. I really have to get home to watch the DNC. I’ve been looking forward to it all week. Barack Obama is going to speak and ...” “Who?,” he replies. “You should just check it out.” He looks at me strangely. Maybe I was that strange manic way I get when I’m excited. Maybe he’s never heard someone say they’ve gotta get home for the DNC. Whatever the case, I had him my card and dash off.
I might never hear from him and when I’m home just me, my laptop, a Netflix DVD and a cider, I might regret last night. But not now.
Barack means blessing and I have to say that that speech was one for me. Not because I am one of the many women who watched his speech, mouth open. (Look back at that footage and you will every woman had her mouth open. I’m just making an observation.) I feel like he was speaking to me as an African American who has been looking for a leader. And these days it’s just been bleek!
When he mentioned all of the black youth who were seen as "acting white" when they were reading a book, my roomate said, “Yeah that was me.” And it was me too. By including that bit, he knew who he was reaching. Hearing that at the DNC is unheard of. It is the kind of thing that got my non-voting room mater excited about the possibility of a black president. “I didn’t think anyone even had a chance at that.”
The pink elephant of the DNC is Bush and Obama got his dig in when he mentioned a long list of promises that Kerry would make to the American people that “that our vote will be counted most of the time”. Obama targeted Kerry’s experience as an officer in his ability to be a good leader and commented that Kerry would put people into combat, making it clear to the more conservative voters that Kerry is not afraid of war. He’ll just do it right.
Baraka, like all of the speakers, were all about endorsing Kerry and his war angle was a clever one. He reiterated that Kerry would never send young men and women into harm's way "without enough troops to win the war, secure the peace and earn the respect of the world."
"We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued and they must be defeated. John Kerry knows this," Obama said.
I could give you a blow-by-blow but am too caught up in the rapture to really do it justice. (And too busy.) I will say that my phone rang off the hook after it from friends and family members asking me who the hell that guy was and why hadn’t they heard of him sooner. (You can check out a longish blog entry I wrote about the greatness of Obama months ago.) So, if you missed his speech, read it or watch it here and comment freely on my blog.
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