CHANGE

When the sun lifts through the darkness of the night, on the 20th of January 2009, a new world will be born. Once upon a time somewhere on a hill in Washington D.C, in front of the statue of Lincoln a young brave, brilliant African-American, made a speech, he said that he had a dream, and that for that dream he would make the ultimate sacrifice. Martin Luther King Jr died 40 years ago, but through out those 40 years his dream seemed dying slowly in to the deep darkness, that blinds us and keeps us from seeing the promised land. Once in a speech Martin Luther King Jr talked about that promised land, but the difference between MLK and the rest of those who talked of that promised land, is that more then anyone MLK fought for that dream, the dream of one day getting to that promised land together as he said as one people.

Before the drawing of dawn on the 20th my home didn't quite look, like it looks like today, before dawn, there was not one united America, there was many America's, one that lived in great poverty just because the colour of their skin was "Black" or that their native language was Spanish. Before dawn on the 20th of January 2009 nothing was the same, our beliefs where different, our values, who's talking about values, we didn't have values, we where consumed by the greed, and blinded by power, we didn't really know what was our goal in life, we lived like a leaf in the wind. We would walk down streets, and see the homeless and ignore our brother because he was of another colour, we talked about great things, we talked about the "dream" and yet we didn't really understand the meaning of all of it. Before the United States of America, where just merely a word without any real signification .

Before I remember one night, on the red hot streets of Birmingham, two "blacks" where killed just because, for the killers their lives didn't mean that much because they where Black, because as the killers said they where "Negroes", before in the south African-Americans where lynched just because they tried to get a education, all the nation lived in separation, in the nation there where two worlds, one for the "Whites", and one for the "Blacks", one in which all the "American Dream" was a possibility and another where the simple dream of living in nice neighbourhood, in a nice house, with a garden and a dog was an impossibility. Before dawn the American Dream was but an illusion, a abstract thought, something for some, nothing for some others, paradise for some, hell for others.

But in the deep Darkness of night, just before the rising of the sun, a calling came, a calling for the most profound of our souls, probably similar to the calling that called our ancestors to declare independence, similar to the calling that called upon a generation of northerns to sacrifice all for the liberty of their "Black Brothers", a calling that came from a hill, a hill back in 1963 a hill in Washington, a calling that said that the dream was still there, that it wasn't the dream that was giving up on us, but rather us that where giving up on the dream. We tried to shut that damn calling up, and yet the more we tried the louder it sounded, it came like waves, it ask us to believe once again in the possibilities, in what once made this nation, the nation of possibilities.

And in the depths of the dark night that, had consumed our nation a movement was born, a movement that called out the best of us, the best of our values, it ask us to believe, believe that we weren't that different, that really we all just wanted a better life, and better dreams for our kids, that deep down no matter what colour we wear, no matter what god we believe in, our will is the same, our will is in the end a good one, and that together we could brave the dark night, that together we could make the dawn come, and together even one of most impossible of dreams could come true.

And like a blast came the 4th of November 2008, and that day proved us right, that the sun was hided there behind those dark clouds, the 4th of November, was like a rebirth, as if our country was reborn, and us with it. That day changed me for ever, it changed my vision of the world, because before like many of you I believed, that, well that there was no real need to dream big, because the bigger your dream, the harder you fall back to reality, but that day showed me that reality is not an inflexible thing, that's there to keep you down, no, on the 4th of November we made reality, Yes we did.

So on the 20th of January, I will probably cry, come and see if you want but the truth is that there are rare moments, they are rare, because their rarity, is their to prove to us that no matter what, the world still is a wonderful place in which you make and break everything. On the 20th of January all those pessimists with be "shut-uped" once and for all. All those that said that this day was never possible, will know that anything is possible, and all those impossibilities will become possibilities, when Obama becomes the 44th president of United States of America, we like end the terrible civil war that has consumed us since 1864, and with his presidency, together as a people we will reach the promised land.
BELIEVE IT.

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