I tried to write, really I did. But how can you not watch history in the making? I wanted to be a part of it, even if from a distance. I wanted to see the numbers add up as choices were made and voices were heard. I needed to witness Andrew Young, a man I came to admire and respect during the years I lived in Atlanta, brought to tears and near incoherence by the significance of and his gratitude for this day. I needed to hear the graceful and gracious concession of John McCain and the eloquently hopeful acceptance of Barak Obama. It was not a night for turning off the TV.
There were numbers more important yesterday than pages in a manuscript:
- North Carolina elected its first female governor, a Democrat.
- North Carolina elected only its second female US Senator, sending a Democrat to fill a seat held by Republicans for the last 36 years.
- It appears North Carolina narrowly gave its electoral votes to a Democratic Presidential candidate for the first time since 1976.
- And the United States elected its first black President.
I’ve always been proud to be an American. Watching those results last night, I was proud of Americans.
There are times fiction can’t hold a candle to reality. I couldn’t not watch.