I Cried
Please forgive me if what I am about to say comes off as the ramblings of a confused, but extremely happy, old man. Actually, old I may not quite yet be, but I am an aging white man with a back that often hurts and an energy level often on par with the chances of the Cleveland Browns winning another championship. Despite a continued enthusiasm for activism, at this point in my life "Takin It To The Streets" means getting in my car and driving to work and "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?" simply means that a change of seasons is coming. I watch too much television and I eat too many cookies.
Last night I ate too many chicken wings while watching the election returns with friends at Ralphies. When Ohio was called for Obama, I cheered. Actually, I went crazy! We celebrated and went home. When I got home, I cried. I turned on the television and watched more of the election returns with my wife and daughter. I saw Jesse Jackson weeping and I cried some more. I watched until the wee hours of the morning, slept for a couple of hours, got up, and cried some more.
Something happened yesterday. I can never totally understand how Jesse Jackson feels today. I can not feel the level of pride that Black Americans must feel today. Nevertheless, I would hope that Mr. Jackson, Congressman Lewis and others would allow me to share just a little in the happiness that flows through the African American community on this beautiful day. I do not want to overstate what I did. I was a speck in the sand. But I remember so well the beach and the tidal waves that seemed overwhelming at times. As a young idealistic activist in the 1960s and 1970s, I was in the civil rights and anti-war marches. I was called names by other whites who could not believe that one of their own would join with those minority radicals. I was in agony when Martin Luther King Jr. and Bobby Kennedy were assassinated. I was angry when the murders at Kent State occurred. I was hurt when my candidate, who I worked so hard for, was clobbered in the 1972 presidential election. I have been involved in many political campaigns, most of which (but not all) ended in failure because my candidate espoused views that were unpopular. I spent many hours, days, months, and years angry and feeling alienated. I have been called unpatriotic, a communist, a ........lover and other names that I can't mention here. All because I supported causes which today are not far, if at all, out of the mainstream of social and political thought.
Something happened yesterday. It went far beyond one man or one political party. What happened represents a new beginning. That is good. We like beginnings. We don't like ends. But forgive me if I take a few moments to celebrate an end- an end to a chapter. A chapter in the history of this nation and a chapter in my life. Perhaps I am being presumptuous in saying that I do share something with Mr. Jackson and others. But, so be it. Yesterday represented an end of "a" struggle. Not of all struggles but "a" struggle. It was a struggle that consumed so many of a generation that at least symbolically yesterday passed the torch to those who are younger and more energetic. They will approach policy making in a different way, on a foundation that is solid. It is a foundation of greater opportunity and greater equality because of what people like Jesse Jackson did. And, I believe that many of us would like to think, perhaps displaying egotism, that what we did and went through played some small part in creating the environment that enabled yesterday to happen.
Today I am tired. I am happy. I am smiling. And, I am still crying.
Dale
Faculty and Staff | Dale Lanigan
Wednesday, November 05, 2008 10:54:39 AM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)  |
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