Tomorrow a new sun will rise on this land. A new breeze will blow from the amber waves of grain to the purple mountains majesties. A new America will stand up and say “Yes We Can!”

But right now I have to ask my self something, why am I crying? I am not the Rev. Jesse Jackson who has been fighting for civil rights for 30+ years. A man who saw the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s last breath. I am not an American of African decent whose great-great grandfather was a slave. I am a 27 year old white male, (whose family was to poor to own slaves, I’ve done the research) Yet when I heard Sen. Barrack Obama was declared President Elect why did my eyes fill with tears? Why? I know why. The answer is the 3 year old snuggled up with his teddy bear in his bed who shares my name. He doesnt know or care who Barrack Obama is.I know my son is going to grow up in a country far different than the one I grew up in, a far better country and I think Barrack Obama is going to play a key part in making it that way. I have said from the begining regardless of party we need an intelligent person in the White House. If a man is going to ask me to leave my son and possibly lay down my life for this country I want to know he is intelligent enough to have tried, or thought of every other solution, because violence is the last resort. (and I do actknowledge that in a very limited number of cituations it is the only responce) I fell like President Obama has that level of intelligence. One other thing I beleive about Barrack Obama, he is not the first African American President. He is the first American President who happens to be of African decent. You see above all else he, like me, and like you is an American.