Where the White Women At???

World was a blur as we emerged from the G train, near Pratt.

We'd spent the better part of the evening at a bar, watching the election results roll in. The numbers looking tight at various times. We didn't want to imagine the possibility of a loss. We were drinking election-themed drinks. I was drinking this McCain cocktail—I felt bad about it but it tasted better than the "Obama-politans".

By the time we emerged from the G-train, we were pretty well-mellowed out.

And suddenly... it was like New Year's Eve outside...

People cheering...

People in the Projects hollering. White kids high-fiving us.

"Obama won!"

We ran to a nearby bar. Black folks, white folks, packed in. Everyone on a high. Shushing everyone as Obama appeared on the TV screens to deliver his acceptance.

The numbers had been on our side. I had been encouraged for weeks. But it was almost impossible to prepare for the feeling of unimaginable victory.

Someone yelled out, "That's our president!" As if, finally, someone we didn't have to be ashamed of.

New day, people.

New fucking day.