The past that won't die

If you imagined that racism was limited to the benighted South, try again.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm joyful that my state has an African-American governor and that the President-elect is African American, a fact that still stuns me with its pure, unexpected surprise.

My mother prays for Barack Obama.  I say my small heathen prayers for him, too.  That's what you do when you have no control over his fate.  All I can say is that the Secret Service had better be on their toes.

I really hope that these alleged arsonists don't have any children - or at least don't participate in their raising.