Election Day (Part 2)

After work I attended an election party. Watching the electoral votes jump and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

Once the polls in California closed it became all too real. We had a Black president. You could hear all types of noise radiating throughout the city. There was this magnetic energy that everyone was feeding off of. So we grabbed our cameras and ran to 125th St. This is a major street in Harlem and we knew tons of people would be there celebrating.

As we walked it began to rain, as if on cue. Great we elect a Black president and now our hair is going to be nappy. Hey at least I know the First Lady can relate. Her hair probably naps up in water just like mine!

It became real to me that when a little child that wasn’t white tells their teacher that they want to be the president it’s not just a far off fleeting dream. That child really could be the president. Excuses about “The Man” (whoever he is) holding us back had been disbarred to some degree. I heard a girl walking down the street crying, “The first lady looks like me!”
So we stayed outside for a while for the festivities, but it became clear I needed to get home. Some people will use any excuse to start acting ignorant. With the amount of drinking and celebrating going on I knew it was only a matter of time before things got out of hand.

So we went back, watched his eloquent speech then prayed for him and our country.

Here are some other pictures you can check out if you’re interested!http://flickr.com/photos/barackobamadotcom/sets/72157608716313371/show/