Portrait of an epic victoryBy Peter Gelzinis
Sunday, November 9, 2008 - Updated 9h ago
Boston Herald Columnist
I was 18 when Robert Kennedy was assassinated.
Since that awful June night, I’ve struggled to imagine how it would have felt if Bobby lived to complete his improbable quest.
On Tuesday night, after 40 years, I found out.
It was a moment I’ve been waiting for. Though most of my adulthood has been lived under the presidencies of Nixon, Ford, Reagan, George Bush the father and son, I have strained against the notion that conservatives are actually liberals who grow up.
The older I got, the more I was supposed to vote my self-interest, my wallet, my fears. Except I didn’t . . . I couldn’t. Perhaps it was because I was never able to let go of the feelings Bobby Kennedy stirred in me, and the country, for a few incredible months in the spring of 1968. That current of hope wasn’t a dream. It was tangible.
But it wasn’t until Barack Obama appeared on that Democratic Convention stage four years ago that I felt moved by the echo of a voice silenced all those years ago in the kitchen of the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles.
From the vantage point of a few days, the symmetry of Obama’s triumphant journey seems almost too poetic. Across the expanse of Grant Park on Tuesday night and in neighborhoods all across America, African-Americans smiled and wept from the deepest recesses of their souls. Barack Obama had fulfilled the prophecy Martin Luther King Jr. made on the eve of his own assassination, just two months before Bobby Kennedy’s. .......(more)
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