the revolution will not be televised...

There was a change in me from the moment I stepped into Jonathan England's Intro to African American studies class nearly four years ago. I realized that African American studies was one of my life's passions, following on the heels of my hip-hop addiction and continuing interest in black culture. And yet the cynic in me did not think I would live to see a black president. Last night was, and will continue to be, one of the proudest moments of my life. It is a day that will live in my heart forever. It is a story I will tell my children and grandchildren as I teach them equality, progress, acceptance, and unity. All is not fixed by this great gesture, but with Barack Obama as the President of the United States there is an overwhelming feeling of hope.

As I walked into the jam-packed Bohemian Caverns on election night, there was a sense of positive but nervous energy. I got on the moon bounce, drank some Ciroc, and celebrated every time a state went blue. Then at about 11 PM, CNN projected Obama to be the winner. Everyone went wild, screaming and shrieking, and hugging. I was crying for civil rights, for human rights, for the hope that I didn't allow myself to have until the very moment it all happened. The streets were insanity, and it was a great great moment to be in our nation's capital.

Obama's acceptance speech was a powerful statement of what has and will be achieved. He spoke American spirit, and promise, an entity that pushes us forward and allows us to set aside our differences to become one. Causing sobs to escape my lungs he referenced Martin Luther King Jr. in saying:

And it is that [American] promise that forty five years ago today, brought Americans from every corner of this land to stand together on a Mall in Washington, before Lincoln's Memorial, and hear a young preacher from Georgia speak of his dream. The men and women who gathered there could've heard many things. They could've heard words of anger and discord. They could've been told to succumb to the fear and frustration of so many dreams deferred. But what the people heard instead – people of every creed and color, from every walk of life – is that in America, our destiny is inextricably linked. That together, our dreams can be one. "We cannot walk alone," the preacher cried. "And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back."

So bump some old school jams and pour out a little liquor for those who passed before they could witness this. We are living a revolution. "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"