By the end of her speech, her voice was breathy and her eyes began to shine, and it seemed as though she might cry. That she might weep for the future of her country if its citizens couldn’t roust themselves from these unfathomable lows and claw their way up toward the light. She had come to speak her mind and to unleash a profound sorrow. Pack a brown-bag dinner and a breakfast, too, she said, in case they had to wait and wait and wait even longer. It was a slow, bumpy build to Obama’s moment in this virtual convention.

Source: Washington Post August 18, 2020 04:49 UTC