new day

It's a new day
many thanks to Stacey for turning me on to this. Today was a day that I have been thinking about and praying for for my entire conscious life. My paternal grandparents are not here to see this, but I know that they are as full of joy, hope and pride as I am. I remember marching for the civil rights movement as a small child. I rememeber my grandpa, the first African American man to become a General as well as a Judge Advocate in the U.S. Armed forces, being asked b a Chicago Ppolice officer if he could read. I remember the extrordinary grace of my gradpa as he took the name and badge number of the officer. I remember my grandma telling stories of how the KKK would come to her house when she was a child, how she used to throw tacks along the ground in front of her house thinking that they would protect her family. I remember the day my brother and I first realized that we were considered different than the other children we went to school with. I remember being spat upon in school, I remember a boss of mine throwing a fit when I sat my dad and my aunt at a window table in the restaurant, my boss didn't want those kind in the window of his establsihment. I gave myself a good laugh while watching the inauguration, how ironic that I was on my hands and knees scrubbing a bathroom floor at the Strater Hotel, just as the world was becoming a new, more open, more wonderful place to be!