Wednesday, November 05, 2008

I Can't Get No Satisfaction

I woke up the morning of the first Wednesday in November, 1960, to find my parents had slept on the hide-a-bed in the living room, in front of our only TV. They were awake before me, still waiting for the results of the JFK-Nixon presidential election. That taught me early -- I was five -- that these things matter.

Since then I've learned that it's not just what happens, but how it happens. This morning, we wake up with not just the taste of victory in our mouths, but the taste of hard-earned victory. Tears of joy are mixed with tears of exhaustion. After years of hoping justice would fall into our laps, this country got up off its collective ass and went after it.