The community of Frankford, in Philly, where I volunteered on Tuesday.
I am finally recuperating from the countless door knocking and getting bullied by fenced-in dogs in Philly, on Tuesday. Obama is the President-elect and I am ecstatic but also somber. I look at him and all the people who are looking to him for change and pray that he remains on that steady path; that we, as a people are patient, because the road is indeed long.
It’s funny, now that I am reflective on this really long campaign, I cannot help but notice something: those candidates that did not grow naturally and come into themselves authentically, but compromised who they were, for the sake of winning, lost. I look at Hillary Clinton, a woman who I give a lot of credit to for what she did, making the false statement regarding being under fire in Bosnia or holding up shot glasses in bars to show how “down” she was; to John McCain who I believe sold his independent minded, straight talk soul to a Carl Rovian strategy, just to win. I think of this and then look at the way Barack Obama never strayed from the message, never compromised himself, but grew into that leader who was already there within.
This large-scale example was indeed a lesson to me.
