Many months ago, if you had asked me about tonight's election, I would have told you that I didn't think America would vote for a black man as president. I had lived long enough in liberal east coast states to know that what we believed and how we voted was often not in line with the 30+ states "in between" the coasts. I have witnessed enough active and passive racism by people who have and have not known that they were doing anything wrong to be scared that it wouldn't happen. And it wasn't just the race issue that had me in doubt. I had been there with a really smart, experienced white guy from the south eight years earlier and he couldn't pull it off, so I was skeptical to say the least. I couldn't afford to get my hopes up just to have them dashed again. And even as the prospect of the citizens of the United States proving me wrong seemed to become more of a possibility, I hesitated to believe. Senator Obama was telling me it was possible, some of my most skeptical and politically adept and knowledgeable friends and family (including BH) were telling me it was possible. It would be tough, but it was possible.
As my friends and family will tell you, I often fail to admit when I'm wrong, and certainly to apologize. On this historic occasion, I concede. I was wrong and I have never been so happy to be wrong in my life. But, I'm definitely not sorry.