In 1968, just before he was assassinated, Robert F. Kennedy was asked when he thought the first black president would be elected. Of course, this was before African-American worked its way into the lexicon, and colored people was bowing out as one of the nomenclatures used to describe an integral part of American culture. 2008, the presidential candidate and senator from New York replied. He was right on the money.
Barack Hussein Obama was inaugurated on January 20, 2009. It has become one of the most historic moments in American history as he was sworn in as our nation's first African-American commander-in-chief, freely elected by our fellow countrymen and women. Too bad Bobby didn't live to see it because he would be so proud. We should be, too, except for one thing that truly disturbed and depressed me about this past election. It wasn't the election, actually. It was the precise second he finished taking the oath of office, becoming our 44th president. Before you get all upset and call me a racist, hear me out.
My brother was born on July 3rd. Barack Obama was born on August 4. They were both born in 1961. For the first time in my entire life, the president of the United States is not only younger than me, he is younger than my baby brother, and he is the youngest of all my siblings.
Gee, I feel old.
