On this Martin Luther King Day, when our first African American president is to be inaugurated tomorrow, it seems that the new mood of the country is spreading faster than anyone could have predicted. Small, happy anecdote:
Beloved son was rehearsing with his punk band in a renovated garage in South Seattle, where lots of African Americans happen to live, when someone knocked on the door. Zack thought for sure someone was coming to complain about the noise. But an elderly black man put his head in, smiled, and told the boys that the neighborhood was having a potluck, and wouldn't they like to come? The boys were thrilled to say yes, and Zack came home glowing with peace and hope.
I don't think this would have happened ten years ago. And if I used all of this as a plot point, I don't think anyone would believe me.