I played last chair cello in the college orchestra when I was an undergraduate music major and was thoroughly enamored with the black first chair cellist. We could not date within the context of that place and time without getting expelled from school.
Thank God times have changed. Today I saw and heard President Obama speak in person at that very same college campus, and say what you will about his Presidency. I find it momentous that we have this cultured, elegant person as our first black President and truly believe that he is doing the best that he can within tremendous challenges and constraints that are beyond my comprehension, as I’m not a political scientist or an economist. He’s working really hard. His hair is graying.
Everyone perceives life through the lens of a particular background and experience. Honestly when I vote for a presidential candidate, one of my factors of consideration is whether he (so far only he) seems to love and respect his wife. Call it woman’s intuition or whatever you like, but I think if a man is able to relate well at that personal level, he will do OK in the White House and on the slippery slopes of international diplomacy.
When I heard Obama’s cultivated, impassioned voice today, I fondly remembered the cellist. It was delicious, one of the best days of my life.
Photo credit: Kenneth Zehir, Goldeneye Art Gallery