[Apologies this was delayed. It took me a while to recover on Wednesday]
I was lucky enough to be at the official victory celebration of the Obama Campaign in Grant Park, Chicago Tuesday night. It was indeed an amazing experience.
The crowd was friendly and mellow. The air was one of expectation rather than suspense, since the outcome was over determined. I was passing through the various checkpoints when the networks called OH for Obama, bringing him to 194 electoral votes. Since the Pacific states would bring the total up to 271 FTW, everybody knew what would happen.
If the Cubs had won the World Series, the celebration would have been far more ecstatic and frenzied, with drunken people venting all the excitement that had been pent up during the games. This was very different, and far calmer than it appeared on TV.
People milled around, chatting, while watching CNN on the jumbotron. A cheer would go up every time a new state was called for Obama, and a few people cried when CNN finally called the election for him, but these were quiet tears of release leaking from the corners of peoples’ eyes, and not the ragged sobbing I had expected. I too was far calmer than I had expected, given all the energy I had put into the campaign in my life off-line.
The crowd was mixed ethnically - mainly white, with large numbers of African Americans and a decent sized desi contingent. Suprisingly, some of the people who got in were actually foreigners, including one woman who was from Chandigarh who wanted my photo to bring to her family back home. I tried taking photos whenever I saw brown faces, but these generally turned out poorly because it was dark and outdoors.
The whole thing feels like a very vivid dream today. I remember people cheering supportively as McCain struck a gracious tone in his concession speech, the national anthem, and the victory speech. What struck me most was the first family, and how our image of what was real America had been changed forever.
Outside the official sections of the park, along Michigan Avenue, the crowd was far more ebulliant. There was one group singing and dancing, others holding up signs, people stopped and talked to each other.
It was like an enormous weight had been lifted and we all sighed in relief.
I know it has been over a day - but how did you mark the election results?



