I'm still reeling from the scenes last night of people dancing in the streets the world over, from Lafayette Park in front of the White House to villages in Africa, cities all over Europe, and towns around the world. All of us with tears of joy, all of us amazed that hope has returned in a way that we knew was possible but couldn't quite believe was real until last night. I kept thinking last night about a few folks who didn't get here, but I think are smiling somewhere today: Viola Liuzzo who died on a lonely road in the south far from her home in Detroit; and Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner who ended up buried in Mississippi for the crime of helping to register black folks to vote. I know there are plenty of other martyrs we can think of today, and I know that 3 out of these 4 were white, but somehow I think that attention should be paid to them today as we celebrate the wonder of the phrase: President Elect Barack Obama.
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