Maybe this will end up in the pit, but that’s not my hope. I’ve erupted into sobbing many times in the past several weeks. The paradox is that the greatest symbol of the success of the civil rights movement is manifest by a man who did not think race was the biggest issue in his life, and by a population that didn’t think race was a big deal, either.
I really, really didn’t think I’d see this, and it’s not like I’m a social activist or anything. But the first memories that I have of being “self-aware” are from late elementary school, and that was in the early 70s, and I took it for granted that we were moving towards a future where no one gave a damn what you looked like or how weird your name sounded. Then things just slowed down, and the world seemed get caught up with other things, and in the last eight years I started fearing that my retro-flower-child ideals were just quaint and charming, and I was living in one of the little corners of the country where I could find people who shared my views.
Seeing Jesse Jackson cry during Obama’s victory speech got me all crying again, and here’s why:
Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and every other very angry black person crusading for civil rights had to be all kinds of angry in order to keep up the fight. They had to spend decades fighting dragons, because that’s what they were up against. And they had to keep their anger close to the surface, just in case some other horror popped up that they’d have to defend against. So, they spent decades fighting tooth and nail for every inch, and fought to the point where they could barely stand up anymore, and then some guy who’s intelligent, thoughtful, charismatic, who never had to fight those particular battles, gets to ride into town and fuck the princess*. He could only become who he was because they’d fought so hard for him and created the conditions in which he could grow up not having to be as angry as they, and looking back, it seems obvious that the first black president was never going to come from their ranks. The first black president would be a product of their efforts, elected at a time when his being black was not that big of a deal.
(* phrase & argument gleefully stolen from an earlier thread)
Obama’s historic election could only happen when the nation was already past the point of considering that race was a big deal. Which is what makes it a big deal. The last fight was not against the dragons, it was to get the townspeople to feel safe enough that they could come out and try to live normal, peaceful lives.
So, Jesse Jackson was weeping because, forgive me for mind-reading, he could finally see that the battle had been won years ago, and this election was the first major manifestation of that success. He had been fighting the good fight, but in recent years had become more and more marginalized because the kind of fighting he’s had to do just hasn’t been needed as much. The reward for him was not to become president, it was to have helped move the country to a place where someone else could become president. Sure, there may be almost half the country who still have various prejudices, but now we know, and everyone else in the world knows, that their days are numbered, because more than half of the voters have no problem seeing Obama as a man who, by the way, is black.
It’s been making me cry like a baby.