FL was up at 2am to watch the US elections.
My daughter's ran downstairs this morning: "Did he win?"
I don't know if my kids will ever go to America, but it matters so much to them that there is a Black president. I don't think they would use the word"hope" but that's certainly what it represents for me.
Their Black grandfather lived in Brooklyn (New York) for many years, ekeing out a meagre living playing trumpet, to support his vocation as a poet. One night he was set upon by a group of youths who stole his last few dollars and smashed his front teeth. He couldn't play so well after that. The US system being what it is, he had no health insurance and no means of getting dental care. An old friend in Europe heard of his plight and sent him a ticket to Norway to get his teeth fixed, in exchange for appearing in a TV documentary on Scandinavia's part in the slave trade. But unfortunately he was also suffering from undiagnosed stomach cancer and he died in Oslo in 1997. It was too late for Shake. But I have to hope that Mr Obama will do something about the health insurance scandal that permeates the United States, where wealth and health are so hopelessly entangled.
Tinged with a little sadness today as I see the first tiny tiny baby clothes on my neighbour's washing line. Sorley would have been two by now.
Time to get over it, Roobeedoo!