And then, suddenly, I knew that cynicism and doubt have faded and that we made history. My friends in DC walked to the White House, my friends in Seattle sang the national anthem in the street with hundreds of strangers, Jon and I didn’t know if we should be dancing or crying. This must be what true, honest patriotism feels like.
Today, instead of posting a photo of the front pages of the papers, I wanted to show you some of the photos from The New York Times‘ Polling Place Photography Project. They are an incredible reminder of how varied America and Americans are but, inside the voting booth, all (wo)men are created equal.