"Over my head, I hear trouble in the air
Over my head, I hear trouble in the air.
Over my head, I hear trouble in the air,
There must be a God somewhere"
Fifty years after the historic March on Washington, one hundred and fifty years after the Emancipation Proclamation, we see enormous progress. We also see and hear trouble: wars in the Middle East; Congressional gridlock, random acts of violence and cruelty in every community in this country.
We recall the horrendous loss of life of September 11, 2001, a day that forever altered our view of the world, of our security and our innocence. "There must be a God somewhere" sing my enslaved ancestors. Mary, Harriett and William believed.
I, too, must choose to believe that this is so.