"Qualcosa sta cambiando".
Una notte, qualche mese fa, ho espresso queste parole, miste a lacrime di commozione, ascoltando un discorso in televisione e ho pensato che la mia tesina per la maturità dovesse cominciare con l'esaltazione della lotta per rendere reale l'impossibile. Era la notte tra il 4 e 5 novembre scorso quando un'abbondante maggioranza del paese più potente del mondo, gli U.S.A., ha eletto presidente un uomo giovane, di colore, di origini afro-americane, restituendo la speranza in un mondo migliore a chi, forse, l'aveva dimenticata.
Questo è il discorso che ascoltai:
If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our Founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer. It’s the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen, by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the first time in their lives, because they believe that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference. It’s the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. American who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states; we are and always will be the United States Of America. It’s the answer that led those who’ve been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the are of History and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.