You are both part of a different generation. This inauguration was to me, a respect-filled powerful statement on what I was once taught unchangeable. I was not raised with a verbal teaching that races are unequal, but the example was set before me that racial separation and inequality was fact. Acting within its barriers was accepted behavior. You didn’t talk about it. You just learned it from experience.

I was about 6. We we spent our summers in a small town of Washingtonville, in upstate New York. My grandmother, my uncle and I went shopping to one of the neighborhood stores. Like most kids, shopping bored me to tears, so I asked my grandmother if I could play outside. There was a playset near the parking area, and so, she let me play there. While climbing the monkey bars, a little boy about my age ran over to me, asking if we could play together. I didn’t know what to play. He probably had sisters, and was used to that kind of question. He suggested we play “house”. He’ll be the daddy and I’ll be the mommy. He then pretended to happily come home from work. Suddenly, I remember my Uncle coming towards me, very, very angry. He told me to get off the playset, grabbed my arm, and took me quickly to my grandmother. I remember feeling embarrased and confused. I looked back at the little boy, and he had a confused look on his face too. I said good-bye. He was black.

My Uncle never told me why he was so angry. We never did talk about it.

On January 20th, so much of that was put behind us. Put behind me. Regardless of anyone’s political leanings…I pray for this man, whom God chose to use for this moment.

I hope that little boy from Washingtonville was watching too.

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