I remember walking back, and there were two Mexican men behind me- one was probably around 25 and the other was probably around 40? Maybe his dad? Older brother? Anyways, the younger one just kept yelling how Obama was here for THEM. That he meant it when he said he was going to help, and that he had never felt so much faith in one man. After that, he said that he had to make sure to get his citizenship so he could vote to keep him in for another four years.
At the moment I thought it was just kind of funny, but on my way home I recognized how huge that was. For an immigrant who clearly didn't vote, which led me to the question of how the hell he got a ticket to Grant Park... but he had never felt happy or uplifted about a candidate. It seemed to me like for the first time he saw in America what he had been told he was going to see. I can't explain it. I was so happy.
I also saw Michael Franti last night. And was for the second time this week sorrounded by people who were caught up in the emotion of real change and progress for the first time. Franti started talking about the next song he was going to play and he said he wrote it for a really close friend of his who had died 13 years ago. I wish I could remember the lyrics, but it started out saying how it had been so long since we had all been together. And then he just starting yelling BARACK OBAMA. and the entire theatre was jumping and screaming Obama, and YES WE CAN and YES WE DID.
I feel proud. and I am so happy I was in Chicago to be able to be a part of such a huge moment in history.