There have been times when I’m literally running, twisting through bodies and assembling equipment on the matted mud of the National Mall to swing a story. Then there was last Monday, at American University, where I chased one that I didn’t think I could possibly get.

It was almost 12:15 and I had no more than a half hour to get some footage and maybe an interview before returning to the full-time job. But I hit a road block: I couldn’t get in the rally where Sen. Ted Kennedy would be endorsing Obama. Fuck, I thought to myself… how am I going to tell the story now?

I paused. Composed myself — and headed around the corner to where a congregation of people stood. Now that’s my story.

I heard the echo of a chant which had been captured by the underpass tunnel and I immersed myself.   I had my camera attached to my tripod so I lifted it up as high as I could in the air. It was shaky and a little dark, but at this point, I thought, I had no choice. This would be unpredictably raw — and rare.

They congregated. They chanted. They all just stared as if Barack Obama would actually walk out the front door. It was a phenomenon to watch. Some were curious, others inspired, some just drawn with no other apparent reason but pulled by some kind of silent force.
 
Can this really be the type of movement that only has happened in the ’60s? Will the momentum continue? His campaign has been one of resilience and persistence, and up to this point — has passed expectation and barrier.