I’ve heard a lot of sounds on campus tonight.
When Virginia came up blue, I heard a surging mass of privelaged white liberal arts students bounce off the walls screaming and hollering with victory.
I heard the rolling waves of my fellow students surge out of a multi-purpose room, onto the paths of Drew University, joined by students running from their rooms, literally baning on pots and pans.
And I heard a thunderous “Boo!” when McCain’s acceptance speech turned to thanking Sarah Palin.
But, back when Virginia came up blue, I was sitting with a group of black students, five of them. And from them I heard a differenet sound, a quieter sound. They sat down and cried. And one of them, a tall guy, stood up, tears streaming down his face and shouted, “All this time! All this time! All waiting for this moment!”
I had underestimated the role of race in this election. But I finally understood its roll listening to that guy and watching his friends cry. I heard at that moment the sound of enfranchisement. And it is a beautiful sound.
I heard a lot of sounds on campus tonight, but the sound of enfranchisement is the one that will stick with me till the day God comes down to get me.