Obama and Grandmammas
After the 2004 election I called her in near hysterics and she talked me down. Four years is a tic in a long lifetime she was resigned but knew it would get better. But wherever she is now, I'm sure she's with Obama's grandmother were cheering, hand in hand. I miss her all the time, but particularly when I want to celebrate something like this.
I feel like America is emerging from a long sickness. A Lyme Disease of our collective souls. This moment now provides such a powerful feeling of redemption.
I don't think electing an African American president is going to be a magic bullet against all that is wrong with race relations in this country and the world. But it's a huge step in the right direction. It's a indisputable fact that we have in our hearts when we look into the trusting eyes of our children, be they Jewish, Latino, African American, bi-racial, Asian, or whatever, and tell them "The sky's the limit, my Love. You can be anything you want."
Grandma Pearl, I hope you're reading this. I love you and I miss you and I so wish you were alive to see this.