Do I have a deal for you. I have a New York Times front page from Wednesday, Nov. 5. I read in paper today that some people are trying to sell it on e-Bay for up to $200. I'm giving mine away to the person who writes here the best reason why they should have it. (P.S. -- I forgot to say that I have the national edition. The lead photograph is a stock shot of Obama, not the election night shot, on account of the early deadline.)
Will you always be proud of it if you win it? John Brummett injects a tempering note today. Will Obama, for all his deserved acclaim, be transformative? Or just Jimmy Carter?
Speaking of history: I understand Walter Kimbrough, president of Philander Smith, and his wife, Adria, greeted their second child's arrival on election day. Say hello, world, to Benjamin Barack Kimbrough.
On the jump, a legislator submits a good entry. And more readers.
ALSO: ENHANCED MAP: Here's a link to an interactive version of that map I posted yesterday showing that Arkanas almost uniformly went MORE REPUBLICAN in this election, defying the national trend in the most awful way.
My wife is pregnant with our third child. This morning we go to the doctor to find out the sex of the baby and make sure baby and mama are healthy. This child will be born into a country led by black person. I'd like the NY Times to give it to this baby after he/she is born, to show him/her that once upon a time, it was considered remarkable that Americans would vote for black man for president.
AND FROM A READER:
Type Key will never let me sign and comment, so here goes for why my daughter should get the paper:
As I was her in Tuesday night and talking about how exciting it was to elect Barack Obama president, she asked when she'd be able to vote for president. I told her in 2020 and said, "And maybe you'll get to vote for a woman." She grinned and said, "Maybe that woman will be me!"
AND FROM ANOTHER
I read a quote today from Clare Boothe Luce, that says "There are no hopeless situations; there are only people who have grown
hopeless about them." I'm probably one of hundreds of parents whose third grade daughter participated in a mock election at her public school on Nov. 4th. Her excitement was contagious. Tuesday morning, she got to come with me to the polling site where I serve as a pollworker. She was disappointed with not being able to stay all day. It mattered to her that people got to vote. Wednesday morning, she was jubilant when she heard the news that Obama won. I've never seen a child more interested in the news on that day or today. It means something to her. It gives her hope. Having that paper, framed and hung in her room will encourage and remind her everyday that in the end, her brown skin won't limit her possibilities.
I'm 29 years old, and the election of Barack Obama is arguably the first major historical moment of my generation. This is THE historical moment that actually reflects the experiences of my generation. I grew up in a time when all families were blended in varying degrees. We are a generation that did not grow up living in the same house with both parents. Our parents were not high school sweethearts, and our parents weren't company men. And while many might slam the way we've grown up, I consider it a blessing. I've learned so much about transcending tolerance and embracing differences. We are the first generation of globalization. It does not seem odd that a man has a Kenyan father and an American anthropologist mother. We are the generation whose support systems are not geographically bound. For my friends and myself, Barack Obama and his campaign reflect us. I feel as though this is our time, that our voices have been heard, and that we are realizing the dreams of our parents and grandparents. On Thursday night, I sat with my roommates (we are all transplanted Southerns living in a blue state), and we cried while watching the returns. We cried because of happiness with the results, but also because we knew we were part of something bigger than ourselves.
The New York Times headline would be fantastic to have to show my children and grandchildren that sometimes politics can reflect the real America. Donating it to a museum is also a fine idea. I just wanted to express, in my very inarticulate way, how much much this election has meant to me and my generation.