This man is about to accept the nomination as the Democratic candidate for President of the United States. He will be the first black man or woman ever to do so. This isn’t merely a great moment in our history, it is monumental, and it moves me to tears. I live in a city that is predominantly African-American, but is also the home to Duke University, and every day I see the line – it cuts like a razor – between those who have and those who haven’t. Walk three blocks any direction from my house and you’ll see children who have no faith in education, no path to walk, sweet and funny kids who deserve everything in the world and would never dare hope for it. And yet here a black man stands: a person of fealty, ideals, fearlessness, a searing intellect, and – it cannot be said enough – hope and hope and hope. Barack Obama is about to accept the nomination, and then he will be the next President of this country, and this is not a night for snarkiness or cleverness. We can stand in earnestness just this once. As far as I’m concerned, we can run into the streets shouting Hallelujah. We can sing praises of joy, because this is a joyous, joyous occasion. Finally, we have given voice to the angels of our better nature, and it’s been a long, long time since we’ve heard from them.