Can this actually be true?This morning, I feel like I have my country back. You know, America. The one that was founded on ideals, not monarchy. Not cynicism.
You may not agree. That's ok. That's the general idea.
I grew up in the South. I vaguely remember separate water fountains, bathrooms, schools, everything. I woke up thinking about my grandmother's housekeeper, Buelah. Who greeted us as if we were her own children. My mother's maid, Dora, who lived in a South Carolina swamp in a tar-paper shack without power.
Ladies, this one is for you.
