1960 to 2008

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I grew up in Washington, DC, in the 1960s. I clearly and vividly remember the race riots of 1968 in Washington. I remember the National Guard and the Army out on the streets every evening at sundown, weapons in hand, riding in jeeps, shooing all the kids inside, where we sat in our houses, our apartments, our tenements, behind closed (blackout) curtains. I remember watching the skyline on fire.

I am so very proud of the US tonight. Now comes all the hard work.