I suppose, in a way, MLK’s dream has come true, at least in my kids.
They don’t understand what all the fuss is about with President Obama.
“He won the election, didn’t he? Somebody always wins, right? So what’s the big deal?”
We explained a bunch of times what the big deal is. But they don’t believe us, I think. How lucky they are, to be able to scoff at the idea of a whole society discriminating against part of itself based on the color of the skin. In our little neighborhood, there is nothing to support these old tales of segregation.
“I knew he was gonna win, anyway,” the boy said the other day.
“Oh?” I asked.
“Sure,” he answered. “He’s from Chicago.”
