You know you’ve grown older (not “old,” just “older”) when you are older than the President of the United States.
For the last 15 years, the Resident-in-Chief at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue has been junior in age to me: Bill Clinton by one year; George W. (for Worst in history) Bush, by two years. And the next President is all but certain to be much, much younger than I am. I have made peace with that reality.
But now, the Executive Director of the NAACP, the nation’s oldest and largest civil rights organization is not just younger than me, he’s in fact the same age as my daughter! That’s an entire generation gap.
When I met Benjamin Jealous a decade ago when he was Executive Director of the National Newspaper Publishers Association—the Black Press of America—he behaved like a man who was wise beyond his years. I had no idea he was a neophyte. Continue reading ‘I’m no way jealous of Benjamin Jealous’
