The president gave an important speech today about race.
A little more than five years ago, I was in the room at the National Constitution Center when Senator Obama gave a similarly serious address.
This son of Eastern European stock was anxious to hear the remarks of the man who self-described as “the son of a black man from Kenya and a white woman from Kansas.”
I was driven to the speech by my radio producer, a Mayflower-bred, Harvard-educated, Main Line mom, driving – what else – a Volvo wagon.
Afterwards, in the parking lot, she got into a fender bender.
The parked car she hit had a Puerto Rican flag hanging from the rearview mirror.
A parking attendant responded. He was a black man wearing a bow tie and speaking with an African accent. I heard him tell my WASP-y producer she couldn’t leave the lot until his manager arrived.
Just then I saw a Latino man with close-cropped hair and low-hanging jeans cross the lot and upon seeing the damage to his 2007 Suzuki, he was instantly anguished. “Manny” (as we later learned he was named) was understandably upset to learn what had happened in his absence.









