Change

When Mr Obama won the Democractic primaries gave his speech, an emotion washed over me for what I hadn’t known was an issue. I am not black. I’m asian. I’ve had few racial incidents in my life. And I worked in a field were asians are not only welcomed but sought out. But as Mr Obama spoke, I felt for the first time in my life, fully enfranchised. 

I came from a rather conservative part of the country. And from a recent visit I can attest that it is still rather conservative. I hadn’t the heart to point out that from where I stand Mr Obama is a centrist. What I think needs to be done for this country would sound like the ravings of a Martian. Mr. Obama is inspiring. To fill with spirit. To breathe again.

I don’t know what I’ll feel tomorrow, Martin Luther King Day. This day too seems suffused with special meaning. I don’t know what I’ll feel Tuesday. I can’t wait.