Post Author: ReyMac
A glimpse, by definition Jack, is a temporary thing.
I have a plane ticket for Saturday, Los Angeles to Washington, D.C.
I have a place to stay, and a place to stand on Tuesday morning.
I’m going to be as close as I possibly can to the West Terrace of the Capitol Builiding.
In planning a lesson with a colleague today, she and I had to watch a portion of Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech. I then had to decide which speech from President-elect Barack Obama I was going to use as a companion.
As I sit listening, my skin begins to prickle. Electricity, rising with the cadence of Martin’s words and Barack’s vision, courses through my veins.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
There are many moments in life that are cerebral, that we think about what we believe to be right, correct, best for our families, our country, ourselves. Then there are moments that are visceral. Where the thoughts stop and the movement of spirit joins the movement of flesh; where the yearnings of souls meet the presence of reality; where enlightenment, spirituality, God, the beyond, Allah, a higher power, destiny, infinity, whatever name you give communes with the human animal.
We are in “one of those defining moments.” Some call it nirvana, some happiness, some contentment. But watching the flight of words, thoughts, emotions, vision, certitude and moral leadership is amazing. Tracing the arc from Jefferson to Lincoln, from King to Obama leaves me stunned into silence, awed at the audacity, exhausted from the struggle and exhilarated for the journey.
I said before that we are not electing history. We are electing a president. We are electing a man, a black man in a country that has not always respected the “unalienable rights endowed by their creator.” But we are also swimming in the sea of possibility, wading in the waters of what may be, touching the sun without being burned. Have no doubt that we are inside of creation for a glimpse, a small peek at how it works.
Pay close, close attention.
This is what History feels like.