Damn. I am hopelessly smitten. Last week I called some friends and remarked upon Michelle Obama’s beauty and style. I didn’t know all that much about her, except that she had been a lawyer, and was, by all accounts, a devoted wife and mother. I just liked the way she carried herself, there was confidence, there was a hint of athleticism, and there was a classiness to how she dressed. Tonight, I learned a great deal more about not only her, but her family, and I don’t care how sentimental it makes me sound….I’m inspired.
The speech was perfectly crafted, and she delivered it with just the right amount of emotion. But, the mechanics aside, the message was one of hope and inspiration, of hard work and dedication, of triumph over adversity. In short, perhaps it was about that which America and Americans aspire, and about what this country has been, and can be again.
I intend to have my children watch this speech after school tommorow. I intend to think about a man stricken with a dibilitating disease, dragging himself out of bed every morning to go work at a water treatment plant, so that his children might have better. What on Earth is more American than that?
Mrs. Obama’s speech tonight will serve to remind me that it is perfectly OK to demand better from America, but only if you serve America, by demanding more from yourself. Its OK to say, “this is how it is, and it will not do.”
I know that as I go to bed tonight, there are possibly hundreds of political operatives and faux patriots hell bent to distort something she said, to disprove something she recalled from her life. I don’t care. Her words rang true, and I am proud of this American family.