The Night Old Dixie Died and a New Generation Was Born

It was a moment for the ages and the night Old Dixie died, when the trumpet sounded and a president like Caroline Kennedy’s father came. In terms of race relations and America being a community of diverse people from countless backgrounds working together for the common good, it was the most important night since the Emancipation Proclamation.

It was the night Old Dixie died, when those who were whipped and beaten can have a president of their own, and we will have a president of our own. It was a night for the realignment of generations, as people age 18 to 30 have a president of their own, and just as profoundly, kids too young to vote in 2008 will have a president of their own. As they get older, they will change the demographics of our democracy for a generation, to the advantage of Democrats.

It was a night when the last became first and the first became last, when the small donors and hard workers and grassroots who were so alienated and maligned found a president of their own and made it happen. It was a night when the old and tired and corrupt told us that the Bradley effect would prevail and the American people left them behind, once and for all, now and forever.

It was a night for the ages, a night for the generations, a night for the historians. A night for the people and a night to begin the future.

It was the night Old Dixie died and the night a new generation was born, and from this night forward, every mom and every dad can tell every little boy and every little girl that anywhere in America anything can happen and anyone can rise as far as their talent and hard work will take them.

What a great country!