Yep, I'm a dick.
See, back in 2004 I was sitting on the bed in a hotel room in Portland, OR, getting dressed and mentally preparing for a night of brazen debauchery. The Democratic convention was on the TV but I wasn't really watching it-- too excited about partying with a bunch of old friends I rarely see. The tube was just background noise.
Then this skinny black dude from some place like Illinois or Michigan or something was introduced and started to speak. I started listening, still focused on getting out the door and down to the bar, ASAP. Then he spoke a little more and I was transfixed. There it was. The searing, optimistic vision that, as a GenXer, I'd heard a million times in clips from MLK, JFK, and RFK's best speeches but had concluded that I'd never hear from a leader in my lifetime. And yet, there it was.
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