Dedicated to the memory of Sean Bell and Michael Donald...Respect... ...VOTE...Fight, Fight the Power, You've GOTTA Fight the Powers That Be! (Thanks, Isley Brothers and Public Enemy)
Every time I think about last Tuesday, tears well up in my eyes. When I recall the frigid weather that left me feeling warm all over, ( aside from the fact I had on so many clothes I looked like the Michelin Man), when I remember walking for hours and hours, yet, never having sore feet, I realize it was the momentum of the day. The most beautiful sight I saw was a lady, elegant, wearing her "Sunday Going to Meeting Hat", while she sat poised in her wheelchair. She appeared to be about ninety years of age, being rolled by a young man who appeared to be in his thirties and presumably her grandson, from how he was so careful of her well-being. Her eyes spoke to me in ways words never could. I cried when I saw her, because I knew what her eyes had seen. I could only guess what she had to do to be there that day. She was a woman who has lived what I've read about. She more than anyone else I saw that day probably could never have imagined this day 50 or 60 years ago. I was so glad she lived to see Barack Hussein Obama become sworn in as the 44th President of the United States of America. Unfortunately, I was so taken by her presence, I forgot my camera was in my pocket. I would have loved to have had the honor of being photographed with her. I must always keep her face in my mind's eye. She has lived history and I'm sure the history she was part of now is the sweetest taste she will forever savor. God bless Chocolate City and its vanilla suburbs. (**wink, wink P-Funk**)