Obamarama

So now we have it, America has its first African-American President. For blacks in America - sorry, African Americans - and even blacks all over the world - sorry Afro-Carribeans - this will be a red letter day to beat all red letter days. Dark crimson, surely, or some deep and luxurious red that Dulux would probably charge £200 a tin for (that's $1.05 in US dollars)

Whilst I cannot deny that this a great day for mankind and especially ethnic minorities all over the world, I cannot help but feel that we are all being swept into a huge euphoria that must die down at some point, after which the problems of the world will unfortunately still be with us. The inauguration of Barack Obama reminds me of the euphoria the day Tony Blair walked into Downing Street, and in some strange ways to the collective public emotional bonding that the death of Diana triggered (though a different kind of emotion, of course). In both cases we were all swept up and seduced in the heat of the occasion, but what happened the morning after?

Don't get me wrong, it's great that a people who were once slaves, second class citizens and segregated only a generation ago now have one of their own in the White House, but in my own opinion this is not so much how great America and the World is now, but rather a sad reflection and reminder of what mankind was capable of in the past.

By the way, well done Obama, and the best of luck :-) GR8! LOL!