Letters
Obama was inagurated. Rev. Lowery gave the benediction, ending by saying “we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get back, when brown can stick around — (laughter) — when yellow will be mellow — (laughter) — when the red man can get ahead, man — (laughter) — and when white will embrace what is right.” Just struck me as being “when will white people finally stop being evil, Lord?” Which makes me think, “I’m not evil. Why do you think I’m evil?” Which is a question I’ll never be able to ask him.
That is my frustration with politics. Not just politics, but anything so big that I have next to no chance of having a chance to ask for clarification, or perhaps even make my voice heard. Perhaps I just need to try; send a letter to Rev. Lowery, send a letter to the president and see what happens. Cynically, I can hardly let myself believe it will be anything other than a complete waste.
It will not be a waste, however, because even if there is no response (which is the worst response) that tells me something about the other party and their intentions. I have some letters to write.