American election

This is a short entry, a prelude to a longer one.  It's so phenomenal that I need to write this now.  I came in from the doctor's at one o'clock, despite my bronchitis, I postponed my sleep to listen to Obama's victory speech, live.  Fourty odd years after the U.S. gave its African American citizens the vote, a black man is in the White House. Yes, in a country that politics should be colourless, there are still pockets of American voters who could not bring themselves to vote for a black man.  But, they are in the minority.  Good sense has prevailed over time, education, and shared dreams.  I lament the fact that in my own country a Lim Guan Eng or a Sivakumar, could hardly aspire to be the Prime Minister.  African Americans who once lived through being chased like dogs in America lived to see the day when they elect in a black President without any untoward incidence or suggestions of untoward public unrest by politicians.  My admiration for the American people for collectively working towards this.  My hope, my prayers are that in my own country, I will live to see the day when proponents of race-based politics are in a minority and we could vote in the best man, or woman, regardless of ethnicity and religious convictions.