Black

I've really been thinking about what it means to be black in America this week. Regardless of where you sit in politics one thing is certain...history has been made. I can't help but think about my grandmother and my aunts and uncles at a time like this. What is going on n the hearts of those who have experienced racism at its absolute worst? Imagine that young man who grew up in the 60s in the deep south...what pride he must now have. I'm proud too. I'm not proud of a man, I'm proud of this great nation and her people. I'm proud to live in a land where a black man can rise to become the most powerful man on earth. It speaks of the greatness of America. There is no better proof that in this land, everyone has a chance. I know we have a long way to go...but look how far we've come!