The night of November 4 of 2009, our country elected the first African American President of the United States. I admit, once it was official, I cried hysterically.... no.... seriously.... I BALLED my eyes out. The tears couldn't stop flowing, I couldn't catch my breath, I just kept saying (or trying to say), "Oh my God". About a half-hour into my sob-fest (I'm not exaggerating either, I cried for about an hour straight), it hit me:

Those were 400 years of tears I cried. Those were the tears of my ancestors in Africa who were brought here against their will to be slaves. Those were the tears of my ancestors, who once upon the time only counted as 1/8th of a person. Those were the tears of my ancestors who were raped, beaten, lynched, burned, whipped, chained, sprayed with hoses, spit on, maimed and everything else you can think of while living in this country. Those were the tears of my ancestors who walked, marched, and protested for equal rights. Those were the tears of Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, JFK, and Dr. Martin Luther King. Those were the tears of my cousin who was brutally murdered for having a white friend. Those were the tears of my mom and dad, who had rocks thrown at them while pushing me in a stroller walking through a predominately white neighborhood. Those were the tears I cried when I was younger, thinking I was "second best" because of my skin color. Those were the tears I cried when my brother and I were called "niggers" while walking to the library on the corner Denver Street.


January 20th of 2009 is the day Barack Obama will be sworn into office. January 20th of 09 is also my birthday. I am planning on attending the Inaguaration with my best friend. I already know, I will most likely be crying again, but these tears will be a bit different. These are the tears I will cry when I am able to tell my children and my grandchildren "anything's possible". It will truly be the greatest birthday present I could EVER receive: the gift of equality, and the gift of knowing my ancestors did not die in vain.

God bless,
Wu Gambina

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"Hopefully you will have the opportunity to watch your grandson from the Heavens while he leads our country in the right direction for the next 8 years."

I know the special bond between a grandmother and grandchild, and it's TRULY like no other. To think, this is the woman who not only raised your parent, but is now raising you shows much strength and determination to keep the family solid. I too have been raised by my grandma and she and I are the best of friends. Something about a grandma's love feels so assuring and unconditional, it's often difficult to transcribe into words. My thoughts and prayers are with the Obama family, and I hope that tomorrow will be a bittersweet moment for them.

Peace and Love,
Wu Gambina

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It KILLS me that right now, McCain supporters are accusing African Americans of voting for Obama just because he's black. It's as if they feel we have no grasp on politics, world issues, the economy, health care, etc. McCain supporters actually believe we are looking past the issues our country faces, and are voting primarily based on skin color. But I ask you this... what about all the "supporters" out there who are NOT voting for Obama just because he's black? Can't we accuse them of not looking at the situations our country will be facing the next 4 to 8 years?

Silly me, I thought racism ended in the 60's (I'm being a bit sarcastic if you couldn't tell). And as for the gentleman on the motorcyle sportin that shirt (Just in case you can't read it, it says "Nigger Please, It's a WHITE house")... walk through Compton wearing that shirt... or Altanta... New York... Jersey.... Boston.... Chicago wearing that shirt. You do that boo, THEN I will respect you (actually, no I won't).

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