I keep thinking about my Pop-Pop
I called my paternal grandfather "Pop-Pop". He was tiny lightskinned black man, his height (and one leg moreso than the other) by a childhood bout with polio. He was wickedly intelligent - but because he was a black man in the era he existed in, there were severe limits placed on him and how his life was. He loved jazz, reading, women, laughter,
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To be fair, some of it is still true. We still know everybody ain’t free. But you don’t know you can’t be President any more.
Yeah, I wish your Pop-Pop could have seen this day. And I wish Langston Hughes could have, as well. And I wish everybody who read those words (perhaps especially the people who were glad they were true, and worked to keep them true) could have known that it wouldn’t be that way forever, and that you can only hold back the tide of history so long.
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