oday is a great day.
I grew up in the era of segregation. Tonight brings tears to my eyes.
My sister tells me that Mother went to Selma for the second march, the one that ended in prayer – not violence. I grew up seeing and hearing about these things. Ugly things.
Segregation was an ugly period.
To be sure, there were some kind, caring and even fun times. I remember being taken to the black high school’s football games by my baby sitter, Georgia. She was a wonderful woman and those were great times.
Still, there were ugly times, too.
Yet, some people came out of it all and taught us all lessons. There are many people from those days that I still look up to with reverence today.
My childhood friend, Keith Black (bio), is one of them. He came out of it all pretty well, ya’ think? He turned out alright. But still, it was not a pretty era. His parents moved away, so that Keith and his siblings could have a better life.
The world we lived in should not have made that necessary. They shouldn’t have had to leave in order to succeed. Do students today really grasp that such things happened – in this country, only 30 or 40 years ago?
Forgive me for sounding like a stodgy old fogey here, but I hope that the youth of today truly grasps the weight of this great evening … this great accomplishment.
We may not appreciate it just yet, but today is as powerful as (and the culmination of) 28 August 1963 – I Have A Dream.
Today is more than a great day, it is a momentous day. It is earth shaking. And that’s a good thing.
With all our problems, we truly are a great nation. It may take us time, but we can grow. We can learn. We can change.
Let’s remember that and use this moment in history to build upon … for the better.
I don’t write a lot of personal posts here. I hope you’ll appreciate that I just felt a need to let a little out. This is a tremendous day. We should all be happy and proud and grateful … to be Americans. Think of this as a snapshot of my feelings. Trust me, there is a lot more welling up inside.