5th
Election Coverage
I just spent a half-hour parked outside my apartment with my cab driver. His words:
“I was born in Haiti. I was top of my class. I was intelligent.
“When I came to America, I went to public school. The teachers wouldn’t listen to me. I had financial problems and went to a welfare office. They wouldn’t help me. I spent five days homeless in a train station. I went to the top of a building and thought about jumping off. I thought that this country was no place for a black man. I thought that this skin didn’t belong here.
“Yesterday, I felt my intelligence coming back.”
After this - no kidding - I shook his hands with both of mine, and he kissed my hands, and said “I love you, man.” I told him I loved him to.
If this election gives the country even remotely the sense of connectedness it just gave me, then we’re going to be okay.
Lets hope so!! this made me feel all fuzzy inside.
