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2 Feb

Yes, I know the commercialism of Barack Obama and his family is outrageous nowadays.  But whatevs.  My niece (a.k.a “Obama Baby Girl”) is the shiz-nick.  Yes, I said it – shizzzzzzz-nick!

“Obama Girl” pales in comparison to Obama Baby Girl!


Rebirth: Documenting Obama’s Historic Win

5 Nov

Live-blogging from my Blackberry.

I can’t really put into words this moment.

I didn’t think I would be so affected in this way. Witnessing Obama win state after state is an experience like non other. This man, who looks like me, holds similiar ideological beliefs as I do, and understands that being black and white isn’t a burden but a possibilty, makes me proud. It’s a similar feeling I had during the primaries when I witnessed Hillary make herstory. I’m moved beyond words.

I’m sitting here at a company election party writing by myself on my Blackberry while my co-workers indulge in finger foods and cheer at the screen projecting Obama wins. Though I write alone, I’m fulfilled. I’m witnessing history, herstory – our story, right before my eyes.

My mother-in-law (my brother’s wife’s mother) passed away yesterday of complications due to cancer.  She died alone. Some say that we choose to die alone while experiencing a surreal transition.   It’s a sacred moment, like when we’re born. No witnesses, no cameras, no documenting. Just alone.  

I’m awaiting Obama’s acceptance speech – alone. I feel like what I’m about to withness will be sacred. Profound. I suspect that I’ll cry being overwhelmed with heavy emotion. I suspect I will grapple internally when witnessing a shift in paradigm. I figure that I won’t fully grasp the miracle happening because I am apart of it, and made it so.  

I’m looking at Chicago’s Grant Park on television. Tens of thousands gather to witness history. It’s an amazing sight to see. People of all colors, socio-economic backgrounds, and genders convene on the lawn at Grant Park. United States flags wave proudly in the wind; folks r proud this time around because we feel change coming.

It can easily be argued that an Obama landslide is largely due to a failed Bush Administation.  I agree. But I also think that people respond to ideals aligned with radical change. Bush had something to do with it but so did Hillary’s monumental run and Barack Obama’s transformational message.  Things indeed do happen for a reason, even George W. Bush.


Barack Obama was just announced President-elect of the United States of America.

I’m crying.  I’m hiding behind my hair.  I’m fixated.  I don’t understand what’s happening.  I don’t believe it.

Co-workers approach me rubbing my back, hugging me.  I’m shaking my head.  Black Revlon mascara drips down my brown cheeks.

I just left the party and now I’m standing alone in the women’s bathroom stall at Bugby’s.  Crying.  I call my mom.  No answer.

White-raced women come in and out of the bathroom.  They notice me crying.  They smile at me.  They understand.

I call mom again.

“Mom, Barack Obama is our new President” I said to her.

“I know.  I never thought I’d see this day” she said to me.

“I’m crying right now mom” I said while listening to other women in the bathroom talk to their mothers and grandmothers on their cell phones.

“Awh, baby.  I know. I know” she says.

Walking back to the party my boss Robert Greenwald approaches me.  Smiling, he hugs me. Sobbing on his shoulders, I thank him.  He understands. 

This moment, though largely due to our efforts, is so much bigger than us.

I await Obama’s acceptance speech.  While waiting, I’m thankful John McCain acknowledges this moment in his concession speech.  Whether for political purposes or not – what’s said is said.  I’m just glad it’s over.

Trying to hold back tears I stand thinking about all that we need to accomplish in the following days.

It’s just the beginning.  Like I said in my 2005 documentary on Hurricane Katrina, we have so much work to do.

I pray, hope, plead, beg, and cry out that Obama uses his power wisely.  He represents us; you and I. Though, just like a child being reborn into this world for the first time, I hope all my crying isn’t in vain.