By Doug Geed
Wow.
As a journalist, not being able to come up with the right words to describe something is not a good thing. But that's the position I find myself in as I look back on my experience of covering Barack Obama on Election Night in Chicago. "Wow" is about the best I can come up with.
My friend and talented co-worker, News 12 LI Photo-Journalist Brian Jingeleski and I were given the honor
of covering what we knew would be an historic event. Our biggest fear was coming up with the right way (me with words, Brian with video) to tell this story to our viewers.
This was the first African-American to be elected President of the United States. The majority of voters in the country placed their trust and their hopes in the hands of a black man -- hoping that he can be the one to lead us out of these turbulent times. We chose a black man to become not only our representative, but the leader of the free world and the single most powerful and influential leader on the planet.
I think back on the history books I used in school that showed the painting of George Washington crossing the Delaware -- Lincoln delivering the Gettysburg Address -- FDR telling a frightened Depression-era nation that "we have nothing to fear but fear itself." We knew the election of Barack Obama would be right up there with all of them.
It was my second visit to Chicago and I absolutely love that city. On Election Night, it showed all of its heart in Grant Park -- a massive public park that sits right along Lake Michigan in the downtown area.
I have so many memories permanently etched in my mind. There was the moment they first let people run up to the area near the stage where Barack Obama would eventually proclaim victory. They ran in -- cheering, screaming, laughing, waving flags -- occasionally just bursting into loud applause or chanting "Yes We Can!"
There was the moment when Obama's victory was projected and a thunderous roar was let out.
Then there was silence as the crowd listened to the incredibly gracious and classy concession speech by Senator John McCain as it was was broadcast live throughout the park. A man the crowd had opposed so vocally during the campaign they now applauded.
Then of course, there was the appearance of the President-Elect himself. The roar was deafening -- like a rock concert or a Super Bowl crowd -- as the next Chief Executive of our country walked out to greet his supporters and deliver his own electrifying speech.
But there's no question that the number one thing I will remember about that night, for the rest of my life, was a much quieter moment. It took place after Obama's victory was announced but before he made his appearance.
The crowd was gathering around the stage. I saw an African-American family. There was man, well into his 70's or even 80's. His son, probably around 40, holding his own young son, about two years old, who was completely exhausted and sleeping with his head on his father's shoulder. There was his other son, probably around 5 years old who, unlike his brother, was wide awake. He was dressed in a little suit and tie and was holding a small flag in each hand pumping his arms up and down with a big beaming smile.
I looked at each of their faces. The grandfather -- old enough to have lived through that disgusting chapter in our history where just because of the color of his skin he could be turned away from a restaurant, forbidden to use a public rest room or denied a drink from a water fountain. It was late at night, he had walked a long way through an enormous crowd and you could see he was tired. But you could also see in his eyes what he felt in his soul: an enormous pride and overwhelming joy in what he was witnessing.
Then there was the father. He had a subtle, confident smile as he held his sleeping son in his arms hoping that finally -- finally -- the world might change and become a better place for his kids to grow up.
There was the little boy with the flags -- his joy and excitement uncontrollable as he tried to soak up everything happening around him.
And even the little sleeping two-year-old represented something to me -- the unknown. Will we all wake up and see that this was a dream? Or has our country really turned the corner and is ready to be united and treat each other fairly and respectfully?
Barack Obama faces enormous challenges. He may turn out to be a terrible President, a great one or a mediocre one.
But one thing is certain. Decades from now, there will be a picture of him in a school history book giving his Presidential acceptance speech before a crowd of tens of thousands of enthusiastic supporters on an unusually mild November night in Chicago. And we saw it.
Wow.