An Open Letter to President Obama
On this day of remembrance of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr, I wished to express some feelings I have. Dr. King was one of my heroes from the very first day I read about him in 1st grade many years ago. I know he would have been proud to have seen a President of African descent. For myself, I will honestly say I did not vote for you, but only because I disagreed with your policies you pledged to set forth.
I did respect your willingness to be the first black President of our nation, however. I can remember quite vividly when General Colin Powell announced he would not seek the Presidency, mainly due to the risks his family would face should he get elected. I understood, but was sorrowfully disappointed, especially as he had spent so many years as a veteran. I looked up to him until that point. Maybe it wasn’t fair that I sat in judgement of his choice, being Caucasian and just not having the same experiences in life as General Powell, but I felt he was hiding from his calling.
You decided to take the risk, both to yourself and your family, to follow the path you believed in. I have immense respect for that. As much as I hate to admit it, there are probably are many people in this nation who would love to go down in history as the person to assassinate the first black President.
Thankfully, that has not happened, and I pray it never does. Whether I agreed with the policies you set forth or not, I will say I am immensely proud our country has elected a non-white President. I hope soon we have a female President; a Hispanic-descended President; an Asian-descended President. I hope in my lifetime we come to a point where we no longer worry about the “First” of a candidate, but rather the ability of the Commander-In Chief.
I wish you well in your future endeavours. I also want to express my admiration for how your wife and daughters conducted themselves in the face of such scrutiny only a First Family can know, and especially being the first non-white family to bear that burden.
I hope that in the end, even though we have different ideas about how to get there, we both live to see the dream of Dr. King become a reality. The dream of celebrating each other and our unique qualities rather than being divided by our differences. The dream of being judged, not by the color of our skin, but the content of our character.
God bless and be well,