Monday, January 18, 2010

"Dr. King, thank you"

We got to spend some time with the author of this piece while in New York, once in Harlem, again in Hell's Kitchen. Sitting together sharing comfort food on a frigid day, her thoughts about race made my brain do all kinds of twisty backflips. Then she made me cry. She has a way of doing that. Her son is remarkable, which you can get an idea of in this post.

Go read it.

Thank you, Dr. King.

1 comment:

M and M said...

All I could think of when I read that you met her was, "lucky duck!"