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Black Tea And A Vanilla Muffin For Barack Obama

by | 28th, January 2009

IN this post-racial Age of Obama (can we have a term for it?) Detroit hack Kristen Browning-Blas writes from the world’s first green city of how change is yet to happen.

The hyphen hears of a Colorado woman who made a stand. She shall overcome:

After watching the swearing-in on TV, I hauled myself to the gym, thinking I’d march on the Stairmaster along with the parade. Our gym has a cafe/bar, and I stopped to have some soup first.

Can’t march on an empty stomach. Not even the soup Nazis .

One of the employees was checking the tea and noted out loud that they were out of black tea. To the other server, she made a joke about ordering some more “Obama tea.”

Obama tea? Is he detoxing, his body linked to the State. Obama tea…?

On this day, of all days, I could not turn away, pretend I didn’t hear.My pulse raced a little. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. In the larger scheme of things, calling her on it was a small act.

A person of color might say, “that’s nothing compared to the things people have said to me.” But to pretend I hadn’t heard, when indeed I had, as the televisions above the bar showed images of President Barack Obama and first lady Michelle Obama, walking the parade route, was unthinkable.

Get me a frothy capuccino. Go

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