The news called the election in Virginia, and the decision had been made. Tomorrow, with its challenges, will come. I'm not one for victory laps. I give into cynicism and realism over sentimentality.
But in this moment, I had to hear this city. Stepping outside the shouting started slowly. I grabbed my flag from the wall and started walking towards the intersection up the street from my house. A man was already dancing on the corner, and the car horns started echoing through Faubourg St. John.
When I got to the intersection, the horns got louder. From across the street, a man in a tee shirt and jeans approached. He was wearing an elaborate headdress of all colors and was carrying a decorated tribal staff. People were shouting from the houses nearby. We all shook hands, we all started shouting and without knowing it, I was dancing too.
Later, watching the speech from Chicago, I thought of history. All the days I've woken up to tragic history when it seemed like the world was ending. The bad images seared into my head.
I had to dig to remember another moment like this, another time I knew in one singular moment that I live in a special time where the world was more than all the bad things. Another time when I didn't have to fall back on all the little things that make us great. Another time when I knew, in one singular moment, that we as a people will win through and lead the world to something better, God willing.
Tomorrow, with its challenges, will come. But in this moment, I thought of how I felt when we turned on our televisions to watch a monolithic wall crumble to the ground in Berlin. I thought of that moment so long ago and how I had felt in that moment.
Except this time, it was me jumping up and down and dancing in the street. This time it was my voice shouting. This time, it was our flag flying over our heads.