I just came from the polling place.   I went to cast my little protest vote for Ron Paul and I'll switch to Obama for the general.

I was the 5th name to sign the Republican list, because most of the Republicans stayed home since McCain has been Chosen.

So everyone else there was voting Democrat, and it was a brisk traffic and it was predominantly black folks participating. Several black people cheerfully wished me good morning on the way in. This is when I started to realize something was different today. These voters could barely contain their pride and glee on this historic day. Three generations were there, proudly casting a vote for one of their own to be President of the United States.

I suddenly found myself choked up, not just from pride but from wishing Medgar Evers could have been there, grandkids tagging behind, to cast his vote. It seemed so wrong that he couldn't be there.   Then I realized, this is what he died for. This day. A good man runs for President who happens to be black and he is the front runner and people have pride in their country and hope for the future.   

This is also what all you old hippies worked for. So to all you freedom riders and 'agitators': lift a glass and toast yourself tonight and all your lost companions who did their bit to make this happen. History has turned a page, turned a chapter, has turned the book over.