I just finished watching the inauguration. I cried. We’ve taken the first steps to leach away the poison of slavery. I reveled in listening to a man who can form a coherent sentence. As a writer I listened to the play of words written by a man who loves language.
I looked at the crowds stretching away from the Capitol. A crowd that held black, white, brown and Asian faces. Where women stood side by side with men. Many of them were standing on the site where slaves had been auctioned.
I reflected on the fact that Michelle Obama’s ancestors were some of the slaves who built the Capitol.
A new era begins. Let’s see what we can do to help.
