I have to stand back a bit and take in what just happened. I was born during Jim Crow; grew up without any real contact with folks who didn't look and sound and act and worship like me; and had the floor dropped out from under my hopes by the assassinations of John, Martin and Bobbie; and saw the idealism of my generation crushed under the love of money and power and me-first.

And tonight, the decision as to who will be the next American
president came down to the last day of the primary season; and the last two candidates were a woman and a black man.

I haven't taken it all fully on-board yet. I've been focusing on the small-picture, the primary race for a long time now; and only now does it begin to sink in how much the world can change, in a positive way, if the folks with the good hearts and the good ideas are also smart politicians.

It just may be that this candidate will continue to find a way to be great and good, and tough and tough-minded at the same time. Imagine what could happen to our nation's economy and education system, health care and justice system--not to mention our ability to bring folks like the Palestinians and Israelis together to finally quit the silly, stupid, criminal fighting shit and make a pair of nations that would be the envy of the entire Middle East.

What a night. What a ride. What prayers of mine were answered tonight.

Love,

Dad

Let's remember: as much crap as gets slung on generational issues during this primary (and will be in the coming general), the moment we witnessed yesterday was the cumulation of the life's work of millions of Baby Boomers and those even older who stood up when they were told to step down, who saw themselves as defined by identity politics and realized how wrong that was.

We've still got a lot of work to do, all of us, together, but I think we're up to it.