I have been working many hours a day on the Obama Campaign in Texas. One of the things I have been most struck with is all of the young adults accompanying their parents to help out. And they are fired up. They know all of the issues, they can't wait to watch the debates and discuss them with you afterwards. They accuse their parents of making them miss a life-changing event, if they weren't allowed to skip school the day of the 17,000 person rally at a local arena.

One of the more touching moments was a 9 year old girl who was at the HQ the other day. She was making posters for Obama. She had Hillary as the turtle and Obama as the 'bunny', which, I guess, is just as good as a hare. Obama, of course, was flying across the finish line. I am still pondering what all of this means in terms of an outcome.

She asked me, "What color do you think I am?" I was sort of startled. "Black, I guess?" I replied. But I am something else too, she said. "Brown, white?" I guessed. "No," she said, "Indian." And then she related to me her complicated heritage and the complex dynamics of her family and her life.

And for all that, she was a wonderful little girl who will long remember the time she hung out around a political headquarters and how fun it was. And when she is older, she will know she was part of making history..one bunny at a time.

Gillian Parrillo
SacWomen