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Vol. 3, Issue #21 Nov. 7th - Nov. 20th, 2008
The Faulking Truth Change Has Come to America By: Mark Faulk
After a day of interviewing voters outside of one New York City’s voting places (PS 41), I had finally retired to my hotel room, 1,500 miles from Oklahoma City, to watch the election on TV. As the talking heads on MSNBC tried their best to build up a level of excitement to match the obvious historic repercussions of the night; as Chris Matthews gushed (almost to the point of embarrassment) about the very real possibility of a black man living in the White House, of his black children running around the halls (I told you it was almost embarrassing), I began to realize just how historic this event is. Historic yes because Obama has broken the highest glass ceiling in the world, elected president where until this moment the adage that anyone can grow up to be President of the United States never really rang quite true. But also historic in that America resoundingly rejected the politics of fear and rhetoric and instead voted for change. Historic in that this election signaled a true generational shift in politics, a vote not just of confidence in a young charismatic voice of hope, but of rejection of the turmoil and partisan politics of greed that have haunted our country during the past decade. Historic because, when all is said and done, Obama will not only win this election, but will have a clear mandate for change, securing the largest single voter total in election history. Minutes before the results of the voting on the West Coast pushed Obama over the top, the noise level began to rise outside my window, horns honking, and voices chanting his name “Obama!...Obama!...Obama!” After growing up during the tumultuous struggle for civil rights in the Sixties, I knew I had to feel the excitement and not just hear the same tired voices talk about it from the artificial confines of a television screen.
As she walked away, I followed her, touched her on the arm, and handed her $40, more money than I could afford to just give away. It didn’t matter. She hugged me again, and wouldn’t let go, then smiled once more, thanked me, “You know, maybe someday I’ll be president.” I made my way to the center of Times Square and was swallowed up in a sea of people from every walk of life, all peering intently at the massive screens overhead, waiting for the moment that history would occur right before their eyes. Almost immediately it came. At exactly 11:00 PM, the networks called it....presidential candidate Barack Obama was now President-elect Barack Obama. In an instant, the electricity was transformed to jubilation. Some cried, others laughed, everyone cheered. “Obama!...Obama!...Obama! It was stunning, and yes, overwhelming. All ages, all races, even all nationalities were caught up in the moment. The feeling was both one of hope and at the same time, relief. Hope that Obama could make good on the promises of his campaign and restore our collective faith in America, and relief...of what? Then a young black man next to me (although it occurs to me that we might yet reach the point in our evolution where we no longer are defined by race, gender, or anything but our ideas and ideals) said it out loud: “Finally I get to say, no more Bush!” His girlfriend turned his words into a spontaneous chant: “No more Bush! No more Bush!” And almost immediately, thousands of voices echoed her cries: “No more Bush! No more Bush!”
“If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer. “It’s the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.
I worked my way up the street until the crowd thinned slightly, Obama’s words first fading into the distance, then growing stronger somewhere in front of me. I stopped in front of a taxi that had pulled over to the side of the road and opened his doors wide, radio turned up full volume, Obama’s speech ringing across the sidewalk. I joined the crowd that had gathered, about twenty people who had, like the tens of thousands of people in the center of Times Square, bonded instantly in a shared hope for the future. Together, we listened as soon-to-be President Barack Obama finished a speech that will someday be reprinted in history books: “This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can’t, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.” “People are happy. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that around here. They don’t know what’s going to happen, but they’re happy. And right now that’s good enough.” (Mark Faulk’s awesomely wonderful first book, entitled The Naked Truth: Investing in the Stock Play of a Lifetime, is now available at www.thenakedtruthbook.com. Tune in with Mark Faulk and DeWayne Reeves every Friday from 9-10 AM CST on The Faulking Truth Show, and join Mark and Paul Faulk every Saturday from 1-2 PM CST on The Faulking Truth X2 Show at www.toginet.com) Contact Mark Faulk at faulkingtruth@gmail.com |
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