Naïve of me, leading up to Tuesday, not to have foreseen the emotional
moment that would come with a black man winning the presidential
election. With millions of Americans, I was zeroed in on the greatness
of the man, race aside, on the potential of hope. Early morning
Tuesday, huddled under my big golf umbrella with a few fellow voters in
a light drizzle outside my neighborhood voting station, an African
American woman of some 70 to 75 years welled up with tears as she told
us she knew her grandchildren would have this opportunity but she never
imagined she would enter a booth and mark her vote for an African
American president. And, she added, she wished Dr. King, Jr. could have
witnessed this day...
