Our Greatest Fear

At a recent John McCain rally, an older women bravely stood up to address a concern she had in her mistrust for Senator Obama, she grabbed the Mic, introduced herself, and said that she couldn’t trust him, because he was an arab.  John McCain quickly grabbed the mic, and proceeded to praise Obama, for being a decent family man, at this assessment the crowd began to boo heavily, their thirst for blood evident in their displeasure.  As I watched this modern day spectacle in bigotry, I was appalled at the hate and rage that seems to plague the supporters of the Senator from Arizona, and I almost felt bad that McCain was being booed at his own rally.  I could see the frustration on his face, as he struggled to get an angry venomous crowd back under control.  The weeds of racism, not pulled from the root, and allowed to re-grow and infect a new generation.  Perhaps these people can't stand a person of a different color who is smarter than them, or perhaps they fear the fact that he is of a mixed descent, part them and part something else.  The strangest assessment that they seem to make is that they do not know who he is, as if he fell from the sky, and onto the campaign trail.  Yet if anyone of these glorious members of the ignorati would have picked up a paper in the last two years, they would have most certainly seen his name mentioned a few times.  The reality though is that the game is over, the race that we are witnessing was finished long ago when the best brand in Democratic politics conceded to the goofy looking black kid from Kansas.  What we are seeing now is like when two great teams from the same league, meet in the game before the Superbowl, and you know that the winner of this game will certainly go on to the championship.  We stand on the precipice of that history, waiting now for those last crucial seconds to wind down and mark this into the books for all time.