A black president

Your vote is cast, then counted. The wait is over, John Mccain has been routed. Now what? Everybody at Grant Park in Chicago, Illinois waits in silence as the president elect walks down the stage to address this gathering of people. Before he says a word, before he kisses his family on the stage the will no doubt propell him to his administration, an altercation is recorded in Philadelphia. You may not have known it, you may not have seen it, but I did. I watched as two Black Panther Party (NBPP) members waited outside of a polling station. Two radicals who believe that they have been oppressed for years are finally set free in their will to Marxism. This was a small event, yet it represents so little. For african american people, this president brings hope. Hope that I never saw coming, a chance for people to truly be treated the same. A chance that everyone in our great country will be given equal opportunity.