As I’m sure all you well-informed folks already know, it now appears that Barack Obama will be the Democratic nominee in this November’s general election. Hillary Clinton has yet to officially concede but- barring another of Obama’s pastor friends saying something damaging- at this point she is only postponing the inevitable.
Obama’s nomination is a big deal. A really big deal. While there are plenty of Americans who are intrinsically aware of its magnitude, there are others of us who may be missing why this nomination matters so much. Last night an African American friend’s Facebook status read, In my lifetime, I’d never thought I’d see this … Barack Obama is the democratic nominee for president of the United States of America. A column in this morning’s Washington Post begins, Black president. Two words profound and yet contradictory. Once thought of as an oxymoron, impossible to be placed together in the same sentence, context, country — unless followed by a question mark. Black president? This century?
Those of us who are white may see yesterday’s news as important for the upcoming election: we now know who the candidates are. We may also realize the historic nature of this nomination: a black man is the Democratic nominee. What we may miss is the deeply personal nature of Obama’s nomination for so many Americans. Terrance Samuel of The Root put it this way,
As historic as this is for many Americans, for a lot of black people, there is a surreal, unreal quality to the whole affair; it is a disbelief wrapped in amazement wrapped in euphoria. One black woman I know in Massachusetts got a call from her mother in California. “She was crying,” my friend reported. It’s a fair bet, she was not alone.
I point this out not to make a political stand but to point to a sign of life. On many levels justice and hope was realized yesterday in ways that may take a while to sink in. Tomorrow (or perhaps even today) the political mud-slinging will begin, but today my prayers are ones of thanksgiving.

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