Goose Bumps and Tears Day

Well, it's here. The day a black man becomes POTUS. I woke up with goose bumps at the thought and the power and hope of it.

Obama said something yesterday close to he's "just" becoming President, it's not like he's MLK. Nothing makes a cynic weep like such belief.

I am not so presumptuous to give the new President advice drawn from MLK's famous speech (for I can't imagine Obama hasn't got it memorized from familiarity) but my hope is that MLK's words are taken literally, as strategy, over the next 100 days.

The new administration must ensure that revolution is upon us, that it does not swallow the "...tranquillizing drug of gradualism." And that it embraces MLK's cry that there will be a "rude awakening if it's business as usual."

The "dream" portions have the most currency in people's memories of that speech, but my favourite line has always been (and it makes a good goal for the new President) and it goes something like: "We will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream." I can cry just typing that line.

The remarkable thing is a speech is going to be given today on the same mall that I doubt will be as powerful as MLK's, but that will mean so much more given the Office the deliverer will hold.

Hope is a wonderful thing.