It was worth every boring media account, every potent but tired tale of inequity, every well-intended but misguided generational lecture and sermon. Even cultural pity, warm collective handshaking and boundless embraces from those like me who shared the memory of our country's tortured racial legacies - none of these things or truths measured up to the raw reality of today.
This day was sacred to the essence of words unwritten, emotions unmatched and belief suspended but occupied with love. Today, I can whisper to myself, sing Negro gospel hymns in my shower and echo these words in moments of silence as well as in the corridors of the public square:
President Barack Obama of the United States of America.
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