I’m up late thinking politics after the evening’s events. Specifically I’m thinking about being a patriot, or rather, how proud I am to be an American.
I can identify with Michelle Obama (aside from the slight not-being-a-black-woman-in-America thing). In 2004, I went to a Houston Texans football game. It was the only nationally televised game that year, a Sunday Night game against the Packers. The stadium was probably 1/3 Packer fans. John will be proud to know that the only team I’ve seen approaching that were the Steelers and Saints. At one point, the crowd broke out into a “USA” chant, which morphed into a chant of “Four More Years.” I was shocked into silence. I felt utterly, completely hopeless.
During Obama’s Speech after Iowa, the crowd broke into a chant of “USA.” There was no morphing — not into “O-ba-ma” and certainly not into “Four More Years.” The chant meant something. It stood, on its own. I was, again, shocked at what I saw, and even more at what I was feeling. It felt real. It was hope.
* A few points to keep in mind. I was pulling strongly for Kerry at the time and had spent the last several months locked in futile arguments with my parents concerning Kerry’s vision and my fears over Bush’s. Since they are strong fiscal and national security type conservatives, my argument hinged on Bush’s lack of military and post war foresight and his utter ignorance of fiscal discipline. Their argument consisted of “but Kerry might be worse.” I will say that no one in our section was chanting either platitude.