The day after, November 5th, I'm sitting there at a gas station pumping gas and the black woman pumping gas across from me is staring me down, looking at me up and down, saying, "Obama!" with the most venomous look I've ever seen. I'm sitting there, thinking, "I shed a tear last night when Obama gave his exceptance speech. This lady doesn't know me at all. I was truly moved and I didn't even vote for the guy." The bottom line is, when will it end? That is my question. When will the price be paid for my ancestor's wrong doings? When will race not be important? Again, when the rubber meets the road, and you're standing in front of a person that is truly in need, or when you're truly in need like I've been many times...race doesn't matter. It truly doesn't. I just wish it would go away entirely. Does the economy care that this guy is black? Does the war in Iraq care? So, wouldn't we prefer that his qualifications to help strengthen this beautiful country of ours vindicate all of us rather than just his being black vindicate other blacks who still have pain in their hearts? Why segregate the meaning of this historic day? Why would it mean more to you as a black person than it does me as a white person?