By the time we reached the last night of the Democratic National Convention, I realized that it actually felt good to feel hopeful again. To hear positive messages about us as a people and as a country. It has been such a bruising campaign that feeling good about the state of politics has seemed almost out of place. It's only when you realize how unusual it is to feel good about ourselves that you realize how bad we must have been feeling. Democrats did their best to pull us out of the trenches of terror promoted by Donald Trump at his convention and push the refresh button for a moment. But it was the power of so many moments that lead up to a time that will now forever be etched in history. Hillary Clinton officially became the first woman to accept a major U.S.party's presidential nomination.
It's an almost unfathomable thought. Women have labored under ceilings set by men for generations only because of gender. It's an unofficial emancipation of possibility that will take time to truly set it. But what a beginning for a young generation of women today. It makes no difference if you're a Democrat of a Republican. What makes a difference is to see the lifting of inequity between men and women take place on the biggest stage in our country.
Once again I felt a moment of hope. The Democratic National Convention was a convention of strength that grew from diversity. Across political and economic rank. Across race and religion. Across military and civilian. It was a sea of faces representative of what our country actually looks like. A country that shares it stories of triumph and tragedy working to build bridges to each other. It was a convention that stood in extraordinary contrast to the previous week's Republican National Convention - a coronation of their would be king who already thinks he is king.
We saw a stronger and more relaxed Hillary Clinton deliver her acceptance speech. Certainly not because the fight is over. The battle to win the Presidency against Donald Trump will only get harder and dirtier as the campaigns slug though the coming months. But cracking that glass requires a toughness that Trump can never feel or truly understand. It's the kind of preparedness that has been passed down through generations of women and was so vividly shown when Hillary hugged her daughter Chelsea sharing private words before she took center stage. The true torch between mothers and daughters and granddaughters has been passed.