Sometimes when you look across the pond, you despair. And then sometimes when you look, you are filled with awe. This is one of those times.
Twenty-five years ago, I went on a trip around the States using Greyhound buses (Paul Simon, you have a lot to answer for). I ended up in Washington just at the time when a big march was being organised to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s march on Washington, when he made his “I have a dream” speech. It was an inspiring occasion, and I wonder how many of those present dared to dream that one day a black man would make it into the White House.
Here are some pictures:
Some times, living here, we despair. This morning, I think most thinking Americans are floating. We don’t expect magic, but for the first time in years, there is a hope that things may be better. Now we can only wait and pray that it will last.
Nicely put, K.C.