I originally posted this as a comment, in response to
Bernard Avishai's article,
The Content of His Character.
I appreciate the pragmatism in this piece by Avishai. I understand
the sentiment that, while it's great we finally got around to electing
a minority to high office, there are much larger immediate issues at
stake, and there were countless better reasons to vote Obama into the
White House than anything to do with the color of his skin. I do
appreciate that.
But, look. There will be plenty of time for such pragmatism.
Quite frankly, the "well it's about time" attitude, and the notion
that if Cosby and Oprah and Tiger can win popularity contests, it only
stands to reason that, ho hum, we're bound to elect a black president
one of these days too, are a deep and profound insult to the moment at
hand.
Fifty years from now, a hundred years from now, there will have been
many mundane details already filled in. But what will stand out, what
our children, our grandchildren, our great-grandchildren, will
highlight in their history lessons and commit to memory, is what
happened yesterday.
I'm white and privileged, born and raised in a comfortable
middle-class suburban setting. But I do know a little about the
historical weight of this moment in the story of America. I have not
borne its often iniquitous burdens and legacies. But I do know enough
of it to know that this moment in that story is nothing to be
diminished, for any reason.
Witness the streaming tears of ecstatic disbelief, the joyous
celebrations all across the country. The last eight years
notwithstanding, this is not the stuff of presidential election
results. This is something different. This is something momentous, in a
much broader scheme of things than whatever the next presidential term
or two will bear witness to.
Yes, of course it was bound to happen sooner or later. But it
happened now. Right now. We should not make haste to lose sight of this
moment and what it means.