I was a teenager in 2008, 14 to be exact. I’d just started high school, my mother was teaching English in Japan and Barack Obama was running in his first presidential election. On election night, mom called the house to make sure that my sister and I were watching as the results poured in. She mentioned several times that this was a historic moment and she was clearly very excited. At the time, I didn’t know I wanted to be a journalist so news and politics didn’t interest me much. I’d heard Young Jeezy’s “My President is Black” and seen the now-iconic Shepard Fairey “Hope” poster but the magnitude of the night was lost on me.