It looks like Barack Obama will take at least a 24-point victory in California, and a 7-point win nationwide, and around 364 electoral votes in becoming the 44th President of the United States of America.
I want to focus on California and this tremendous disconnect we’re all feeling between the joy of the national moment and the indifference for the local one. But that can wait for a minute. Let’s consider what we’ve done here, and more important, what we must do.
Sometime this month, there’s going to be a day when Obama gets a briefing that would turn anyone’s hair white. The extent to which this country has been fucked up by eight years of misrule is still not known to us. Republicans lost because they failed to produce anything substantive for the country, and indeed degraded much of it. And it’s going to be tossed on Obama to clean up. And he won’t get any help from conservatives, who consider it their duty to fight this guy tooth and nail, the country be damned. They will obstruct as they have been obstructing, they think it’s a principled stand to let greedy realtors stay greedy and allow corporations to destroy the planet and reap profit.
The question then will be what Obama does when he comes out of that briefing room. Will he rise to the historical moment? Or will he offer a measured agenda that fails to meet the needs of the American people? I think he has an army behind him of supporters who have worked their communities, met neighbors, and forged a grassroots movement unlike few in American politics. Will he put them to work? America may begin to be liked again globally. Will he leverage it?
This will play out pretty quickly over the next several months. But I also want to focus on the enormity of this moment, with an ethnic minority leading a nation of immigrants, a man who looks like a new image of America leading America, a man of the world in a nation where the world comes together, rejecting fear, rejecting anxiousness, and proud to lead. Here’s the best example I can find of this phenomenon, a shocking statement on where we’ve come from and where we’re going:
Gertrude Baines’ 114-year-old fingers wrapped lightly over the ballpoint pen as she bubbled in No. 18 on her ballot Tuesday. Her mouth curled up in a smile. A laugh escaped. The deed was done.
A daughter of former slaves, Baines had just voted for a black man to be president of the United States. “What’s his name? I can’t say it,” she said shyly afterward. Those who helped her fill out the absentee ballot at a convalescent facility west of USC chimed in: “Barack Obama.”
Baines is the world’s oldest person of African descent, according to the Gerontology Research Group, which validates claims of extreme old age. She is the third-oldest person in the world, and the second-oldest in the United States after Edna Parker of Indiana, who is 115.
When Baines was born, Grover Cleveland was president and the U.S. flag had 44 stars. She grew up in Georgia during a time when black people were prevented from voting, discriminated against and subject to violent racism. In her lifetime, she has seen women gain the right to vote, and drastic changes to federal voting laws and to the Constitution — and now, this.
“No, I didn’t never think I’d live this long.” she said.
Yes, that’s a big deal.