Obama Victory Parties

This is my two cents. Not that anyone cares but none the less, I'm giving it. I've been opening emails this morning both MSN, Gmail, and checking out my Facebook page and I've gotten no less than 10 emails about parties to celebrate Obama's win. Most are free and offer the opportunity to'witness history' which is cool but they also include drink specials,(including drinks named after Obama) open buffet, (until 11pm) a fashion show, no less than 40 big screen TV's, host include special guest DJ's, political officials (I think O'Malley, Dixon, and Cummings are hosting an event at Bourbon Street) and other prominent Baltimore folks.

I know there is a buzz of excitement in the air I mean look, we ARE witnessing history. But do we really need drink specials, special guest DJ's etc. I love to party just as much as the next person but I think I'm having issues with Black Folks 'shaking that ass' at an Obama victory party. I mean, I'll be the first to pump my fist in the air....but do I really want to ' pump it like I just don't care'? Do any of us want to? Now I'm seriously considering going to one of these events but I have mixed emotions about what we're doing because I know fo sho...shits gonna get out of hand SOMEWHERE. Especially if Barack loses...a very real possibility knowing the history of this country. I don't know ya'll...so, what ever you choose to do, where ever you choose to go, do me and our ancestors a favor. Silently or aloud...grab a loved one and say or sing the following words...


Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty ;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the ro lling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that t he present has brought us,
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears have been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might
Led us into the light,
Keep us fore v er in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, Our God, where we met Thee;
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand.
True to our GOD,
Tru e to our native land
James Weldon Johnson June 17, 1871 - June 26, 1938


My name is Eric Dodson, and I approve this message.