The similarity to the ubiquitous Che Guevara (himself back in the pop culture spotlight with the new Soderbergh movie) is interesting, but ultimately Obama has become a symbol before even really having the chance to be President.
Sasha and Malia will never know what it is like to be accused of prostitution for having the nerve to be born black and female in this world. They will not spend nights in terror, dreaming of being assaulted by police officers.
Change.gov is a fascinating experiment in itself, with a blog outlining the administration-to-be’s plans and projects.
Sarah Palin, who took a cue and opted for the skirtsuit and heels, became the subject of sexualized mockery.
I believe that Obama’s victory is largely for the young. He will mobilize all Americans for the future, for our children and grandchildren.
My tears flowed freely, and, just for the briefest of moments, I knew what it was to believe that I, a black mother of no real significance, was worth something.
Volunteers came from as far away as Germany to knock on doors, to stand at polling locations and ensure that no one was turned away or denied the ballot, to make millions of phone calls.
Watching this election, electronically linked up to voters across the United States and beyond, is a surreal and beautiful experience.
You do have to hand it to the McCain team for their oddly subtle touch. They didn’t want to go out and call Obama a terrorist just because Obama’s father was Muslim.
We have become so jaded that democracy for its own sake seems meaningless, but voting to stand against “isms” seems somehow more justified.