I just watched, and more importantly listened to two men on television.
One younger, twenty-ish, the other considerably older.
As I had come in mid-program, I wasn’t immediately aware that
they were grandson and grandfather. Eventually the relationship
dawned on me, but that’s not why I write.
It was the conversation between them and the conversation
they had with a third party that, frankly, gripped me.
In many ways I heard my own thoughts, my own beliefs
being expressed, eloquently, by these two men.
They are Black, I am White. Where is the divide?, pray tell.
Islander.