We have to all be activists.
We're all Malcolm X now.
Let me backtrack a bit. I was born in 1963, Dallas Texas. I was literally there when JFK was assassinated. My mother took infant me to the parade in downtown Dallas. She waved to the president, then went to pick up her check. Mom was a registered nurse at Parkland Hospital, where the nurses station was at the emergency room door.
As they wheeled in a fatally wounded JFK, she nearly fainted, and I was taken from her arms for safety.
I am connected deeply to this country, even that dark side of our history.
I am a woman of color.
I am adopted. Years ago I found my birth mother, she had passed on. But I discovered that she gave me up because a single black woman in a 1963 south, would never have been able to become what she dreamed of becoming, a school teacher. My entire life experience is a result of that sadly necessary choice, because of racism.
I am as American as they come. I'm proud of our country. Proud we elected & reelected a brilliantly imperfect compassionate African-American to the White House.
Then there's this:
Stay with me for a minute....