Yep, I’m ripping off Reagan. Somehow, I don’t think he’d mind much.
Tomorrow (it’s not yet midnight, here) will be one of most significant days in the history of the United States. And I, to my own amazement, have had no idea of the relief my heart would feel. [From I DISCOVERED SCIENCE FICTION MAGAZINES IN THIS GREYHOUND STATION]
I am aghast at the deep-seated legacy of segregation in the United States. Astounded that it could be tolerated for so long; curious as to how children of the ’70s could end up little effected by something so ingrained in the national culture just 10 years before our birth; and buoyant for my own children’s future where there are even fewer barriers to success in these United States.
The first president that my four-year-old son will remember will be a black man, son of an immigrant.