I got to sleep late.
I went to my first class, with a laid-back faculty member who seems kind and thoughtful.
And we HAVE A NEW PRESIDENT!
I’m old enough to have gone to a segregated school and remember bathrooms and entrances to stores “for colored only.” I remember being a prejudiced little thing when I entered the fourth grade and when I exited my two best friends were black and Lumbee Indian. We had a black maid once a week who was my babysitter. She refused to sit at the table with us at meals and actually peed outside because that was her generation’s rules. When I was so rude and disrespectful that I should have been backhanded, she made jokes about it. My best friend’s mother let me into her house very reluctantly, but when she came to my house we had to play on the porch.
So when younger people around me acted like it was no big deal, I knew that it was. It is. And it still will be for some time to come.