Soooo tonight was the night with the speech America was waiting on the edge of it’s collective seat for, with all of us (even me–booo me) waiting for at least a few substantive soundbites to pop out of Senator Obama’s speech. I had seen ABC News hyping the fact that today was the anniversary of Reverend King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, and I thought, “Wow, Sen. Obama is accepting the nomination on such a cosmically coincidental day, I’m sure it’ll be a speech that will fire me up with enthusiasm for him.” I also saw a clip on ABC with Charlie Gibson interviewing Michelle Obama, and in it they were saying to listen for the last paragraph of the speech, because it will be killer-good.
I listened. I even was listening for MLK references. I was listening for a gratification for MLK’s Dream coming to reality. I was listening, and I was trying to fall in love. I did fall in love with the part about 95% Americans getting a tax-cut. But, I could not fall in love with the overall tone. I didn’t feel my heart explode. I didn’t feel the ground shake. I can’t even remember anything he said, and it’s not like there was a whole of technical mumbo-jumbo. And I was relieved to hear that I was not the only one who was not wowed.
David Brooks was on PBS, and was underwhelmed. Tavis Smiley had on Drs. Cornell West (whose thoughts I love to hear) and Julianne Malveaux, and they were downright shocked. I thank them for either being as insanely out of touch as me, or for simply being let down by the terribly high expectations and telling it like it is.