Last April, I wrote my own little Op-Ed in which I lambasted a Boston Globe reporter for his assertion that we should all choose Barack Obama as the Democratic Nominee based on the fact that he is black. In it, I wrote that I was a Hillary supporter because I felt she was the smartest, savviest, and most well-connected candidate. I was wrong.
When President Obama became the Democratic nominee, I knew I would back him. So I listened to him a little more closely and I paid a little more attention to what was going on with him and around him.
What I had failed to realize initially was that he wasn't using the same old playbook. He was writing new rules. Changing the game entirely. And so Barack gained my support and my loyalty. Listening to him inspires. It's not just lofty rhetoric or Q scores, it's substantive and specific.
Tuesday, I sat watching and explaining to my boy sitting beside me. As Barack Obama stood on the steps of The Capital, I could see his jaw clenching and unclenching. He was resolved. He understood the history of the moment and he understood the challenges he was facing. I saw him confident and I saw him ready. I find him more than equal to the task of leading us out of the desert of the last eight years.
I am entrusting him with my ideals, I am entrusting him with my childrens' future, and I am entrusting him with the goodness that is our Country. And I am hopeful.
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