If you don't know who Suheir Hammad is, shame on you. If you've never heard the poem below, give up the next 7 minutes of your life to change that.
Now that we've got that out the way, this entry has nothing to with Ms. Hammad. (Except for the homage being paid by its title.) Or Sept. 11. It might have to do with anti-Islamism. But only in a very tangential way.
Two weeks have passed since the United States of America elected Barack Obama as its President.
And it still feels weird to type that. Or say it. Or know it to be true.
The pinch-me-ness of the good guys finally winning something big has yet to dissipate.
The piece-by-piece assembling of President-Elect Obama's cabinet tends to bring it into focus and make it feel more real.
I liked the Rahm Emanuel choice. But am feeling underwhelmed by everyone who has come after. Or everyone who has been rumored after.
While I don't doubt that Barack remains the smartest guy in the room, I am beginning to wonder how many concessions he had to make in order to collect the full support of the established Left.
I believe that change happened.
And I hope change will continue to come.