Better late than never

An extraordinary moment in American history. Really. But my emotions are complex because there are so many ghosts and fears from the 1960s circling me. I look into the hopeful young faces of those who did not experience the 60s, and I remember my own idealism and optimism at the time, that progressive change was coming like a tsunami of hope. And then one by one, the assassinations began ... If ever history did not repeat itself, I hope this is the time.