By Eugene Robinson, Columnist and Associate Editor of the Washington Post
The poetry of optimism, the triumph of political management. Grounding his message of hope, fighting Republican fire with his own, reaching out with tales of association
“I cried on Monday when Michelle spoke,” Rep. John Lewis told me Wednesday at the Pepsi Centre, “and I know that on Thursday night at the stadium I’ll cry again.” Lewis, as every schoolchild should know, is one of the few lions of the civil rights movement still with us. As a Freedom Rider, he was pummelled by white
A Democrat who represents
“Something is happening in
We haven’t heard much about race during the Democratic convention. That’s clearly by design, and in terms of Obama’s prospects it’s probably a good thing. Obama has taken great pains to reassure voters that as president he would act without racial animus or resentment — that he bears no grudges and intends to settle no scores. His success to date has depended largely on his ability to be seen as a candidate who happens to be black rather than as “a black candidate.”
Still, this is an amazing, unbelievable moment. Wandering around the convention hall, I kept running into people with a kind of “pinch me, I’m dreaming” look in their eyes. I saw Spike Lee, who seems to be everywhere; in a television interview earlier in the week, he grandiloquently divided American history into two epochs, “B.B.” and “A.B.” — Before Barack and After Barack. I met black delegates from
When
A black man is running as the Democratic nominee for president of the
Whether Obama wins or loses in November is important, to say the least; this feels like one of those potential turning-point moments for our nation, full of both peril and possibility. The debates are still to come; events surely will intrude; the polls will start to mean something; and what looks now like a squeaker of an election could turn into a landslide either way.
But let’s not let this moment pass without fully appreciating what we’ve just seen. All Americans, regardless of race or party, should think of John Lewis bleeding on that Alabama bridge — and then think of him at Invesco Field, watching a black man accept his party’s nomination.
Tears are entirely appropriate.
Columnist & Associate Editor of The Washington Post, Eugene Robinson is a member of the National Association of Black Journalists and has received numerous journalism awards.