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Journalism of Courage
My father called from Germany to say congratulations: 8220;Obama8217;s got the nomination for president!8221; Finally. Squealing into the phone, I was euphoric. My instantaneous reaction was to jump around the room singing, 8220;Yes, we can8221; 8212; punching ferociously into Google for more information. I updated my blog with a regal picture of the senator from Illinois in front of the Capitol, while watching his gracious acceptance speech at St. Paul, Minnesota in front of a roaring crowd that refused to stop cheering. 8220;It is because of you that I can stand here and say that I am the Democrats8217; presidential nominee,8221; he said to the elated gathering at Minnesota.
Mine may not be the generic teenage reaction, but surely I8217;m part of the growing momentum of passionate youth rooting for Barack Obama in India. The time I first heard of the senator vying for the Democratic nomination, his speeches and ideals were a whiff of fresh air. 8220;Change, wow!8221; I had exclaimed.
His enthusiastic and eloquent speeches, his candid opinions on state matters and his desire to break away from the stale incumbency are just a little of his enormous appeal. Obama is obviously someone different from the rest, who wishes to 8220;unite the blue states and the red states8221; and all people regardless of race, gender and religion. Seeing a presidential nominee sweating in a basketball jersey leaves me gasping at his versatility and cooldom. Obama has awed me to the extent that even Yao Ming, Bill Gates or Justin Timberlake couldn8217;t.
I don8217;t think he is an elitist, I think he is class defined.
