I woke up this morning, my throat dry from singing and yelling in the streets last night. I woke up with an unbridled joy, and though I'd only fallen asleep five hours earlier, I was more awake than I've felt in a long time. My first urge was to run back to the street, to continue dancing with strangers, hugging the person closest to me.
The only word that comes to mind is "magical." After watching the early election returns with friends and observing a hushed moment of unbelieving silence at 10 p.m. when ABC called the election for Barack Obama, I did what has been in the back of my mind to do since Obama got the nomination.
A few hours before the bodies of Jennifer Hudson's murdered mother and brother were discovered on Chicago's South Side last Friday, across town one of the world's greatest peacemakers began his remarks at the Hotel Intercontinental by addressing head-on the city's daunting problem with violent crime.