And Powell Wept

As identity politics died. I wish more conservatives had been able to see this before the result. Or had said it before the result. We all win, in this moment. I wrote this a few days ago:

Let's keep our heads. But let's not numb our hearts. Somewhere in a Burkean idyll, countless Americans who lived before us, the souls of so many black folk and white folk across the centuries, are watching. What would Washington have said? How could Lincoln believe it? How amazed would Martin Luther King Jr be? We are indeed on the verge of something that seems even more incredible the closer it gets, something more than a mere election.

This is America, after all. It is a place that has seen great cruelty and hardship in its time. But it is also a place that yearns to believe naively in mornings rather than evenings, that cherishes dawns over dusks, that is not embarrassed by its own sense of destiny. In this unlikely miscegenated figure of Barack Obama, we will for a brief moment perhaps see a nation reimagined and a world of possibilities open up. For a brief moment at least.


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