Tribute: Black History At It’s Finest…

Lets take a look back at the pride and joy we felt as a people/country on that wonderful November night. Share with us where you were and what you felt when the election was called for the 44th President of the United States.

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17 Responses to Tribute: Black History At It’s Finest…

    • Ametia says:

      I love seeing these videos of this historic night. I’ll never forget why I voted for this president, and I’m grateful, I will live to see my first grandchild be born during his presidency.

  1. Ametia says:

    Yes; now this is 21st century history in the makings. Can NEVER, EVER, BE ERASED.

  2. Raw Images: Obama on Election Night

  3. The scene in Chicago during the exuberance of election night 2008.

  4. Supporters in Grant Park in Chicago celebrated as it was announced on CNN on Tuesday night that Barack Obama was projected to be the president-elect.

  5. Loni Love in Los Angeles … tears of joy.

  6. Ametia says:

    Love seeing the sea of faces and especially the Spelman ladies. Yes, 11-4-08 is a night in history that can NEVER, EVER, be erased.

  7. Nov 7, 2008

    Election night tears flowed from renewed national pride

    http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4188/is_20081107/ai_n30997417/

    WASHINGTON — I almost lost it Tuesday night when television cameras found the Rev. Jesse Jackson in the crowd at Chicago’s Grant Park and I saw the tears streaming down his face. His brio and bluster were gone, replaced by what looked like awestruck humility and unrestrained joy. I remembered how young he was in 1968 when he stood on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel with the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., moments before King was assassinated and hours before America’s cities were set on fire.

    I almost lost it again when I spoke with Rep. John Lewis, D-Ga., one of the bravest leaders of the civil rights crusade, and asked whether he had ever dreamed he would live to see this day. As Lewis looked for words beyond “unimaginable,” I thought of the beating he received on the Edmund Pettis Bridge and the scars his body still bears.

    I did lose it, minutes before the television networks projected that Barack Obama would be the 44th president of the United States, when I called my parents in Orangeburg, S.C. I thought of the sacrifices they made and the struggles they endured so that my generation could climb higher. I felt so happy that they were here to savor this incredible moment.

    I scraped myself back together, but then almost lost it again when I saw Obama standing there on the stage with his family — wife Michelle, daughters Malia and Sasha, their outfits all color- coordinated in red and black. I thought of the mind-blowing imagery we will see when this young, beautiful black family becomes the nation’s “First Family.”

    Then, when Michelle’s mother, brother and extended family came out, I thought about “the black family” as an institution — how troubled it is, but also how resilient and how vital. And I found myself getting misty-eyed again when Barack and Michelle walked off the stage together, clinging to one another, partners about to embark on an adventure, full of possibility and peril, that will change this nation forever.

  8. I had guests over for an election party & when I heard Keith Olberman call the election for Barack Obama, the entire house erupted with joy. I literally fell to the floor & started screaming & crying, crying and I couldn’t stop. I lost it. My voice was gone! My phone started ringing off the hook. People were calling me but I couldn’t talk to them. I was so emotional for words. I didn’t sleep that night. Too much emotion….

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