Thursday, January 22, 2009


I can't help not being black.

When Joy was in the Caribbean a few weeks ago, working of course, all the locals had a pop song on all the radio channels about Obama. It was something about how great he is and he was going to paint the white house black!
I would love to hear the song!

On my journeys
through London town today

tube
train
street
YMCA
121s
groups
I am certain that every black person I met and saw looked two inches taller. Walking proud and I love it love it.

So many times Black people have almost had to apologise for their colour - such was the racism and hostility. I have deliberately given many humans of colour opportunities when I have employed people. I targeted adverts into the Black press to ensure that they had the best of chances. Equal opportunities it is called.

WE WILL NOT TORTURE
said Obama today.

So much about Obama, and I am not talking about the colour of his skin, is his philosophy and tone. It fits around my soul like a hand in a rubber glove. I have always shrived in management and leadership to be vulnerable and transparent. I love it love it.

"Principled and focused diplomacy" he said today.
The same philosophy abroad.
hmmmmm I love it love it.

When I retire I am going on a course to learn to type.
Just doing these few words here leaves my fingers tired and unable to keep up with my emotions and passions grrrrrrrrrr I hate it hate it.

Joan was at the Docs today - second time this week.
She now has another dose of antibiotics.

She is feeling better some. But the virus still needs attacking says the medical man.

I am going - my fingers are freezing - and I am not cold!

QUOTE::
"Did you know how beautiful you are"
Me and U2