"You'll find out on Election Day. I already know."

Canvassing of off East Long Street, a bleak apartment block where the doors open on the outside and the stairs to climb to the second floor are rusty and old.
I met an African American man, not on my list, throwing out some trash and told him that I was working for the Barack Obama Campaign. I asked him if had made a decision yet about for whom he was voting.
"I'm not voting," he said. "And, anyway, he’s not getting in,” nodding towards my t-shirt. “This country has come far, but not far enough to elect a black man as president.”
I said I disagreed with him, that times have changed, and that yes, it is possible for a black man to be elected president in this country, to which he replied, "You’ll see. You’ll find out on Election Day. I already know.”
I will never forget the way he said it. “You’ll see.” Knowingly. Emphatically. “I already know.”