SCENES OF CELEBRATION IN THE DISTRICT
Last night was an extremely exciting night in Washington DC.
I cannot imagine a similar amount of elation in the streets if the Redskins won the Super Bowl. Celebrating at a friend’s house, the end of Obama’s acceptance speech was met with a symphony of car horns outside our open living room windows, accompanied by the cheers of neighbors and pedestrians venturing out to share the occasion with others.
We soon grabbed coats and participated in the victory scene ourselves. I can’t express how shocking or heartening it was to see our divided city come together like it did last night. Kids from the projects joined together with drunken hipsters and cab drivers in one unscripted, spontaneous expression of joy. It made Obama’s words of unity and hope come alive, seeing the barriers that typically divide us come tumbling down.
While I didn’t volunteer or donate to the Obama campaign, I feel like draping myself in an American flag today, in pride for what my country has accomplished.
I cannot imagine a similar amount of elation in the streets if the Redskins won the Super Bowl. Celebrating at a friend’s house, the end of Obama’s acceptance speech was met with a symphony of car horns outside our open living room windows, accompanied by the cheers of neighbors and pedestrians venturing out to share the occasion with others.
We soon grabbed coats and participated in the victory scene ourselves. I can’t express how shocking or heartening it was to see our divided city come together like it did last night. Kids from the projects joined together with drunken hipsters and cab drivers in one unscripted, spontaneous expression of joy. It made Obama’s words of unity and hope come alive, seeing the barriers that typically divide us come tumbling down.
While I didn’t volunteer or donate to the Obama campaign, I feel like draping myself in an American flag today, in pride for what my country has accomplished.