Reflections...

Impressions
By Stephanie Johnson

It was a moment in time, one with the magic and electricity of a starlit Fourth of July. Except, the night wasn’t lit with the sparks of fireworks, but with the pride, admiration and the esteem of a nation.

One nation, united for one cause, for one man. A unity this nation has lacked in recent years, but one that was apparent as the crowds drew from near and far to witness “a change come to America.”

Flags waved. Children, clad in T-shirts, buttons and hats—bearing “GOBAMA” and “Yes We Can”—skipped down Michigan Avenue, excited about the part they would play in this historic event.

Maracas and bells added to the whoops and joyous shouts of many as they strode along, some arm in arm.

And a sea of smiles flooded Michigan Avenue on a warm November night, when the first African American man was elected the 44th President of the United States.