To Nig, It Is: Election Follow-Up

When he was born, they told us he wouldn't live past age four. He had a disease for which there was no precedent in the United States. The doctors did everything they could to help, but after dozens and dozens of conference calls with their German and Scandinavian colleagues, the doctors said that the future looked bleak for our baby. They hadn't had any experience with the disease there either. Finally a South African doctor contacted us, who we thank whole-heartedly on a daily basis. Things have become more hopeful. Although he's still got the disease, they say he'll live to at least see age eight. Today's the first day of his fifth year of life--a day we never thought we'd get to see. I would like to wish a very happy birthday to our four year old Post-Racial America!