Tuesday, November 4, 2008
November 8, 2008
Politics is a cynical, spectacle-driven, money-saturated, grinding business, but sometimes its results transcend its nature.
I think of the resilience of African Americans over 389 years, all the degradation suffered, now at least symbolically overcome.
I think of the strange turns of fate--that Obama's father is African, not African American; that if Gore or Kerry were to have won, Obama may not be the president-elect; that so many women I know gracefully shifted support from Clinton to Obama.
I think of writers whom I never knew (although I got to shake Baldwin's hand and speak with him) but whose words have always drawn me to their spirit and views: Frederick Douglass, Langston Hughes, Jessie Redmon Fauset, James Baldwin, so many more.
I think of certain colleagues, friends, current and former students.
I think, finally, of my friend from high school, with whom I still keep in touch--Ronn English.
I think of President Obama. Keep him safe.
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