But I feel like I have to get it off my chest somewhere.
When I watched President Obama's acceptance speech, two things were happening inside me---a swelling sense of the possible, a hope for the future of America I hadn't really felt since watching Neil Armstrong step onto the surface of the moon on live television . . . and a tense dread of a sniper's shot coming from the darkness to end that dream.
Because I know what kind of country I live in. I grew up in a town where the KKK still burned crosses at their annual rallies outside the city limits. I watched the Watergate trials. I saw the helicopters rising from the roof of the U.S. Embassy in Saigon. I know our dark side and our failures. I watched a great President, William Jefferson Clinton, stymied and stalled for eight years by venal, relentless, pointless Republican attacks. I saw a corporate sock puppet moron STEAL the Presidential election, TWICE.
That night, a weight lifted off my