Why I'm Thankful in 2020
November 26, 2020
The year 2020 has become almost synonymous with awfulness. From impeachment to pandemic to structural racism and disputed elections, and then back to pandemic, many of us have undoubtedly been crossing our fingers and waiting for it to end.
I lost my father in May of 2020, to the same unforgiving illness that later claimed John Lewis. Both were born in the year 1940, during the Second World War. On the surface they had little in common. One was born in the American South in the era of Jim Crow, the other on the South Side of Chicago in a segregated ethnic enclave. But they both saw t...