In The Footsteps of a Dream
When Barack Obama laid his hand on Lincoln’s bible and took his oath of office to become the first African-American President of the United States, our nation broke with 200 years of history. For many, this moment made all things seem truly possible in a land that was founded on the tenet, “All men are created equal.” Yet, it was not so long ago that this oft-quoted phrase from the Declaration of Independence excluded African Americans, who were relegated to the back of buses, denied access to whites-only eateries and restrooms, and, in essence, deemed second-class citizens with limited freedoms.
Hushed voices. The slow slap of waves. The creak of an oar lock. It is May 23, 1861. Three figures, half-hidden by a cloak of darkness, set off from Sewell’s Point near Norfolk, Virginia, to row a small boat across the wind-stirred waters of Hampton Roads to Old Point Comfort at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay.
A Golden Opportunity
Standing on Rabbit Ridge, on the southern rim of the Valles Caldera, two worlds unfold below you. Gaze to the north and you see a stunning, 14-mile-wide volcanic crater: Ponderosa-covered mountains ring a grassy basin so vast, you have to turn your head to take in its immensity. No roads or buildings mar these meadows.