You never know what occurs when you lay a solid foundationIn the heat of the Washington sun they lined up hand-to-hand in an assembly line-like formation as they passed each stone, from one to another until the man at the end of the line placed the stone in its final resting place. They braved the cruel winters of wind blowing across the Potomac as they labored to build a house that would be home to their country’s president.
They took the lashings when the boss thought their work seemed sub-standard. They sang hymns that lifted spirits that had been broken. They broke their back to construct America’s masterpiece.
In recent months I’ve been thinking about what must have been running through the minds of the slaves who poured blood, sweat and tears into constructing the home of America’s President? Amidst the cruelty of slavery, what were their thoughts as they placed those stones that laid a foundation for what the world now considers as a “Monument of Royalty and Peace?”
When they put that last stone in place did they think the United States would one day elect a President of their color? Realizing their spirit I’m sure those slaves didn’t question the matter with ‘if’ but ‘when.’
Although I didn’t vote for President elect Obama I am happy to say my country took a gigantic step toward healing the wounds of those Georgetown slaves, those who marched across the Edmund Pettus Bridge and those who braved the fire hoses of Birmingham.
I just wish Dr. King could have been here to see it.