Musings from George

We don’t have to move to Canada now
November 5, 2008, 9:26 pm
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I have sent several emails to friends today relating my optimism and hopefulness that the signal the nation sent last night to the world can become a message more meaningful than war — we want to talk with you, we want to do the right things, and we want to bring our troops home. We don’t need to “export” our political beliefs, and we do need to invest with friends in solutions. I am sincerely hopeful that the problems our country has today do not overwhelm the opportunity to drive change throughout our system, our people, and our world.

I’m not religious, but (choose your favorite deity or rock star) Bless America !


My wife doesn’t have a blog (I know, please don’t judge her …) so I thought it would be appropriate to share something that she wrote here (her name is Jaquette too, so this isn’t too far afield). Her note :


I don’t blog so you’ll all just have to read this in email.  I just have to put my thoughts on “paper”…skip it if you want.
At 8pm last night, I sat with my 4 year old boy and my 2 year old girl and watched Brian Williams announce that the United States of America had elected its first black president and I cried.  I cried from relief that there was no Bradley effect – relief that we weren’t a nation of closet racists.  I cried from relief that American had picked a leader rather than a politician.  I cried with pride and wonder at the power of our democracy – as someone once said, the worst form of government except for all the others.  I cried for all the African Americans who never dreamed that they would have a president who “looked like me” in their lifetimes.  But mainly I cried because of this:
I sat there, telling my son that we were witnessing history, that he would remember this night, and yet because he is so young and so “innocent”, I didn’t want to tell him why.  I didn’t want to tell him that this is a miraculous thing because less than 150 years ago, men with skin the color of Barack Obama’s skin were chained, considered property.  I didn’t want him to know that 40 years ago, people with skin the color of Barack Obama’s were asked to drink out of a separate water fountain, sit at the back of the bus, were intimidated and bullied and murdered not because of their actions but because of their DNA.  I cried because he doesn’t know those things, and now that we have elected Barack Obama, it is possible he and his generation will never think racism is acceptable or tolerable – indeed it simply won’t ever make sense to him.  What he will know is that the most important man in this country, elected by his peers, is black and that is just the way it is.  My kids will grow up in an America that will really does judge a man by the content of his character and not the color of his skin.  Wow.
We just proved to the world, with ballots and voting machines, not Apache helicopters and drones and hummers, that we are the most admirable and powerful place on the planet because of our values and way of life.  I have never been more proud to be an American.  It feels good to be a shining example again.
PS I saw this in an article this morning and thought I’d pass it along .
“What an inspiration. He is the first truly global U.S. president the world has ever had,” said Pracha Kanjananont, a 29-year-old Thai sitting at a Starbuck’s in Bangkok. “He had an Asian childhood, African parentage and has a Middle Eastern name. He is a truly global president.”