Standing in Times Square, two grown, black men were standing right next to us and talking to each other between hugs. One mentioned his Grandfather who served in World War II and one mentioned his Great Aunt who'd been a slave.
One of them looked right at me, smiled and said, "People can change. People is decent."
We can still hear people screaming in the streets. Our windows are open and we welcome the sounds of honking horns and voices singing God Bless America.
This is really happening.
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