I Voted for Barack Obama

I had planned to write up why I was supporting Obama, and then last week kicked my ass, and so did the weekend, and so have the last two days. [Let’s just say that I’ve got bronchitis and am taking massive doses of an antibiotic generally used for pneumonia treatment.] And if y’all want to know my reasoning, I’ll certainly endeavor to take the time to do it—I’ve done a lot of moving to get to where I could vote for a Democrat.

I mean, yesterday at work, for the brief time I was there before I went to the doctor, knew how high my fever was, and was told bed rest for 24-48 hours, one of my mentors said, “You need to be well enough to vote. We need your vote!” But I think he assumed that I was voting for John McCain.

He was wrong.

Why I voted for Barack Obama is important to me—and may not be to you. [If it is, I’m sure that you’ll let me know in the comments.] But what’s just as important to me is that I could vote for Barack Obama. Not fifty years after Freedom Summer, the controversy is not about registering blacks to vote but whether a black man can be President. And I did not vote for Barack Obama because of the color of his skin, but because of the very content of his character—his steadiness, his leadership qualities, his inspirational abilites, his understanding of the issues.

I have never found a politician with whom I agree 100%—and I honestly pray that I never will, because that means that I will have been voted into office. [All of my friends who encourage me to run for office can kiss it.] To be sure, I disagree with Obama on many things—and would disagree with anyone else on my ballot. But I think that Obama has the right characteristics of someone I want leading our country.

Not by the color of his skin, but by the content of his character. Dr. King? I think I realized your dream today. The only shame is that this election-night party I’m going to attend will be lily white. But we can keep working on that, right?

[Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go have a good cry.]