I was given a glimpse of its dark abyss today, when two school kids, 16 or 17, waved at me, puched the air with their fists, their faces soaked in excitement (Of what kind?) and shouted "Obama!".
What had they meant to say? And were they saying this to me? Why me? What has Obama turned me into?
Like the blog, this is new territory for me. The battle lines, the genre limitations are re-drawn, the rules of engagement totally new. I am conscious for the first time in many many years of my 'brown-ness'. For the first time in many many years, I do not know how to write, like Seamus Heaney, I must use my pen to do something and my body for purposes alien to me.
I revel in the delight of a Obamian America, but I am merely Niven, but it seems I am swept up by Obama, by the phenomenon, not the man.
A new species is being born, the Obama Man.