I'm not reflecting on the election results, or the two candidates, or the protracted campaign they waged over...what? 137 years? Nah. I'm not pondering the "historic" nature of our electing the first African-American to the presidency, other than I'm still a bit ashamed it took us until 2008, and that we still need to view it with words like "historic" and "groundbreaking." The fact that we have to invoke such descriptions tells us there's still quite a bit of road to travel, but that's fodder for another day's thinking.
No, I'm not dwelling on any of that.
What I'm thinking about, and what dominated my thoughts throughout yesterday's events, were the people who turned out to vote. As fictional president Jed Bartlet once said (quoting either Harry S Truman or Woody Allen, depending on who you want to believe), "Decisions are made by those who show up." Well, show up they did, and not just huge numbers of people, which by itself was heartwarming, but huge numbers of
young people. By young, I mean those 18 to 21-year olds participating for the first time in the process, grasping with unrestrained passion one of the true rights and privileges -- and yes, responsibilities -- that come with being a citizen of this country.
After voting, I decided to hang out a few minutes and just watch the scene at my polling place. It was a treat; a real, honest to God treat. Hundreds of people were waiting in line, far more than I'd ever seen show up for a vote of any sort in all the years I've lived here. It was a diverse group -- young, old, black, white -- and the vibe permeating the crowd was palpable. Both parties were well represented, along with a wide swath of ideologies, hopes, and dreams, as evidenced by the signage, buttons, stickers, etc. People were talking in line, and though you could generally figure out where a waiting voter stood within the political spectrum, what was
not in evidence was the bitter divisions I'm supposed to believe -- thanks to our media -- permeate everything and everyone these days. There was more consensus than not; more common ground than not. At the end of it all, most people seemed to want the same things: A change from the status quo, and a badly-needed course correction toward a better future. I wouldn't go so far as to say anyone's mind was changed while waiting in line, but it's a nice thought.
So, yes, yesterday was a Good Day, and one I hope starts our country down a path of healing. But, what made it a Better Day -- if not the Best Day -- was how we got there. We got there because of those who showed up.