Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Lately, I've been hearing a lot of griping in urbanist blogosphere. Everyone's pet project or urbanist manifesto seems to get offended by every debonair word that proceeds from the White House. I for one, don't give a hoot if instant paradise does or does not arrive with this presidency. But, boy, do I have one test for this presidency. I've read Dreams from My Father, Mr. President...I hope, in your self-conscious composure, you do not forget your inheritance. I hope you do not forget your grandfather's walk down the red path, undisturbed and insolent to ridicule. I hope you remember the baraka...the blessing, and the moral leadership it requires.