I like to think that it was Colin Powell’s endorsement of Obama that helped ensure his stunning victory. Powell spoke of how affected he was by a photograph in the New York Times magazine of a Muslim mother grieving at the grave of her young son, who was killed fighting in Iraq.
If so, then Powell’s endorsement had such resonance because it somehow encapsulated the spirit of America: that seven years and two months after 9/11, voters could elect as their commander-in-chief a skinny black guy with two Arabic names.
Mabruk, Obama, and Mabruk, America.
