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		<title>Wiping Tears From His Eyes</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kelly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was after this rally of sorts in a hall in my brain&#8217;s dream time version of the East Village. Barack was shaking peoples&#8217; hands andonce the crowd started to dissipate, I decided to go up to him with my Mother. My Mother who was at the rally, but incidentally a republican spoke to him first saying &#8220;Aren&#8217;t you that homophobic, clueless racist?&#8221; I looked at her horrified and pushed her out of the way, nervously laughing, hoping that would be enough of an indicator that I didn&#8217;t agree. &#8220;She&#8217;s ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>It was after this rally of sorts in a hall in my brain&#8217;s dream time version of the East Village. Barack was shaking peoples&#8217; hands andonce the crowd started to dissipate, I decided to go up to him with my Mother. My Mother who was at the rally, but incidentally a republican spoke to him first saying &#8220;Aren&#8217;t you that homophobic, clueless racist?&#8221; I looked at her horrified and pushed her out of the way, nervously laughing, hoping that would be enough of an indicator that I didn&#8217;t agree. &#8220;She&#8217;s crazy that one,&#8221; I added. He seemed to understand though.  I then made eye contact and asked if he had a minute. He put his arm under mine and then we went for a walk where I pointedly said &#8220;You are the one I&#8217;ve been waiting for&#8221;  then started welling up and couldn&#8217;t speak anymore. This also moved Obama to tears, which made me feel important because I figured he heard this all the time. He said &#8220;Thank you. Thank you,&#8221; while wiping tears from his eyes.  I hugged him, then was late to a dinner at a restaurant I couldn&#8217;t find.</em></p>
<p>From a 28-year-old graduate student in New York, in September 2008.</p>
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