The Cult of Change

I was in downtown Miami at the historic Gusman Theater for the inauguration. I watched the people hoot and holler and cry because a black man was becoming the president. I remained an alien observer for as long as I could. Just sitting quietly. Just watching. Just listening. But then I saw Obama’s girls walking together and I couldn’t help it. I became human. I stood up. I clapped. I trembled with pride. I sang the national anthem. I became one with the community around me. It seems dangerous to be so inspired by a politician. From a journalist’s perspective, there was comfort in hating the president for 8 years straight…and now, and now…I am a member of the cult of Change.