Today, the people of Egypt found that their perseverance, peaceful protest, and the voice of power reached to the airwaves and enacted a change the will be felt for generations. The Pharoah, Mubarik has stepped down as President, and the "arc of History" has bent to the people of this country, this ancient land, this place of history, and I am happy.
The other day, I was in the audience at the St. Louis Public Library, Schlafly Branch, and heard Isabel Wilkerson give a talk on her recent book, "The Warmth of Other Suns" and spoke to the immigrant heart that resided in my dad, in many relatives of black people who south a better life, much like the Egyptians today.
Earlier this week, my son brought tears to my eyes and rendered me speechless when he did a breathtaking performance as Walter Lee Younger in the KH Players performance of "A Raisin In The Sun". He brought a rawness to the role from deep down and I felt a power resonate inside him. There is some hope.
I then sat in my classroom and looked at a sea of faces, young college students in a quest for a degree. Some came from monied backgrounds and brought with them the air of always having things happen the way they expect.
Then it hit me this morning as I was walk-running my mile on the treadmill this morning, I had a week of intersecting events that have left a mark in history, whether I realized it or not. I felt it this week, something in the universe shifted and we will never be the same, there was a lifting of a heaviness, almost like shedding a fat suit, and finally being able to inhale deeply.