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Four Nights of Tears of Joy
Although not much prone to welling up easily, I have wondered what on Earth it was about this Democratic convention that has had me repeatedly reaching for the Kleenex box. I had not even watched that much of it, yet even during the brief segments I witnessed, I caught glimpses of tears betraying deep emotions surfacing up to the tearducts of delegates, prominent politicians, and other participants of this event. There also seemed to be a sense of disbelief, a pinch me because I must be dreaming this is really happening attitude, throughout the Pepsi Center.
Obviously, the sense of reconciliation after a bitterly divisive primary is one important reason for this phenomenon. The cameras have not spared us from any of Michelle Obama's unguarded facial expressions, and the drama for the rest of the world as she and all of us witnessed the Clintons coming through for the party and channeling their political genius with no holds barred must have opened up a stream of emotions. Art does make me tear up, whether it is a Beethoven symphony or the Clintons at their best, and I can now only feel love toward them in spite of the rancor of the past few months.
Likewise, the sight of the globally spanning Obama family leaves few of us untouched as the multiple generations of Asian, African and Euro-American faces take the spotlight, making everyone realize that this family's presence in the White House will be an unprecedented symbol of unity of people from so many backgrounds. Thus, as Maya Soetoro-Ng gave her brief and touching speech, a young Asian woman in the crowd was caught by the camera shedding a tear, and we all, in our heart of hearts, can understand the joy behind it.
Fortunately, I missed the Ted Kennedy appearance. It would have been too much. I however, like most, could not and did not miss Obama's acceptance speech. It was an evening during which the camera caught face after face filled with emotion and shedding tears of joy with a frequency that I never before in my life have witnessed.
Perhaps others here at this forum could add to these impressions for they certainly are beyond the capacity of a single person to explain.








Comments (3)
I thought it was a nice combination of feel-good imagery and serious politicking. The mixtures of speakers, from pros like Bill and Al to the factory worker, and the endorsements that included both the soldiers and the generals, the workers and the owners, added up to a coherent presentation.
August 29, 2008 11:06 AM | Reply | Permalink
I cried. I feel like crying every time I hear Obama speak and I felt like crying when the whole line up of speakers delivered his message over and over. It's partly relief at the thought that my beloved country might still be saved from the cabal of asshats and it's partly the rediscovery of my own youthful (and hopeful) idealism that I thought I'd lost.
For the African Americans that I saw weeping in the crowd last night, I suspect it's something greater still.
August 29, 2008 11:45 AM | Reply | Permalink
Tom Wright and Orlando have summed up my feelings. Hope. The hope that our country will return to a beacon of leadership as opposed to continuing the many embarrassments and corruptions of the Bush administration. The hope that we can move to a place that is more compassionate to all of our citizens and away from the philosophies of the agents of intolerance. The hope that our government will value the middle and lower classes as much as it does the wealthy. And the genuine feeling that we are moving one huge step forward from our racist past. It was masterfully orchestrated and the people and speeches were authentic. And yes, the role and actions of the Clintons was perfect. The role call was so dramatic and it was indeed very symbolic gesture for Hillary to signal the unity in that fashion.
Perhaps I didn't realize how much hurt the Bush administration has put on my psyche as an American.
September 2, 2008 4:14 PM | Reply | Permalink
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