Yes, I cried in the voting booth on Tuesday, thinking of my father, recently passed, who would have rejoiced to see this day. Thinking about my grandfather, who, at great personal peril, registered his neighbors on Colored Folks Hill, in rural Jasper County, Georgia, during the 1946 black voter registration drive. I pressed the button for Obama, then laid my hand onto the surface of the touch-screen and stood there, recording that moment for my ancestors, for family still living, for family to come.