When I was in high school, I carried around, in my huge 80's purse, hand written snippits of that speech by Martin Luther King, Jr. I memorized that speech. You know the one... the one that says:
"And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream...
...I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."
Needless to say, my words won't do my emotions justice here.
I get choked up every time I try to talk about it, so I'm just going to write about it. I was listening to NPR's coverage of Obama's Whistle Stop Train Ride and they were documenting people's inaugural journeys. One woman was bringing photographs of her mother who didn't live to see Obama elected and photos of her grandfather and great-grandmother, both of whom were born into slavery. She is bringing the pictures to Washington to honor her family.
OK. Here's the part where I'm supposed to say something profound but I've nothing to say. I am just simply proud of my country and my people right now.
I have seen the promised land!
