Proud of my country
Sometime during the newscast tonight, the monitors in the newsroom slowly started to look the same as networks and cable news channels began switching to live coverage of the 2008 Democratic National Convention in Denver. It was the beginning of a roll call that would make history as the Democratic party nominated the first black candidate for President of the United States.
The 5 p.m. newscast had just ended in Studio A, and I was getting my things to leave when there was a slight commotion on the convention floor. Hillary Clinton had joined the New York delegation. As I watched Hillary make a motion to suspend the vote in favor of nominating Barack Obama as the party’s candidate for President, I felt an overwhelming sense of pride in my country and accomplishment for the Democratic party.
We are truly at an historic moment in our nation’s history. It is a moment that thankfully overshadows the choice of language and tone that still permeates the posts of some within the local blogosphere who dwell on the differences between Clinton and Obama supporters. It is a moment that will soon pass under the full weight of campaigns that will draw distinctions between the choices we have of who will lead our nation for the next four years, but it is a moment that no matter what happens will never be forgotten.










