I’m watching President Barack Obama’s Inaugural address from the break room at work, typing away on my laptop while simultaneously running reports. I am so proud of this moment, I can’t possibly express it in words. I’m grateful that his address is realistic and not gloating. It’s a somber address, but quite fitting for the times.
What makes me the most proud and gives me the most hope is that President Obama is the first president my son will ever know. He won’t ever question the possibility of a Black man as the President of the United States. He won’t witness first-hand a man being judged by the pigment of his skin over an ability to collaborate and lead.
I’m grateful to be able to witness this. And I don’t think I’ve ever been so proud to be an American.