Dear President Barack Hussein Obama:
In two weeks you will no longer hold the official title of President of the United States of America. In two weeks you will leave the house on Pennsylvania Ave and begin the next chapter of your life. No longer will I be able to hum the ignorant but catchy tune, “My President is Black, my lambo blue” and have it remain partially true (I do not own a blue Lamborghini).
Over the past year, I have been mentally preparing myself for this moment, the day when a man that could have been my father or uncle leaves the house that I never once thought belonged to me. The same man that married a woman that I could eventually grow to become; a well educated, beloved woman of color that was not a television star. The man that spoke with such poise and confidence even when the terrors of tomorrow haunted you at night.
I remember when you were running for president the first time, knowing the world we lived in then, I didn’t know if you would make it. I was scared that if you became president they would hurt you. I remember praying every night that you would live to see the next day because, living in the south when a black man was running for president revealed the darkest side of people. But you survived, and eight years later you remain standing, a little grayer, and a little less hope in your eyes but I know it’s still there.
Leading up to this week I have cried many times thinking about the past 9 years. From watching you campaign, then win the election from the comfort of my home surrounded by family. To then watching you win a second time around in a room full of fresh-faced college students all hoping for one outcome. I remember my parents crying tears of joy and disbelief that we accomplished this together. You were our ‘forefathers’ greatest nightmare and the world’s greatest dream.
I know the last decade was tough, on you and your entire family. From a house and senate that was run by the republicans, to people questioning your purpose, goals, dedication to the black community and citizenship. However, no matter “How charged with punishments the scroll…” you handled it with a gracefulness that can only be God given. On inauguration day I will cry because you have changed the entire trajectory of the United States of America no matter how much dirt they try to throw on your name. Generation Z only knows a world where a black family could live in the white house and a woman could run to be the president of the United States. A country where the white house was truly our house with dogs, a vegetable garden and as many open invites as the secret service would allow.
My favorite Obama moment was every time you reminded the world that the most powerful man in the world is still a man. Whether it was when you allowed the young black boy to touch your hair because it looked like his, or when you opened the white house for Halloween and gave out candy to the children, truly treating the White House as a part of the neighborhood.
Thank you for being the example our country and generation needed!
The Fearless Generation
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