From Detroit-
I booked my ticket to London as soon as
the date for the royal wedding was announced. I booked my room at the
Marble Arch Marriott, and I began planning what to wear — if you’re
standing along a street waiting to see a horse-drawn carriage bearing
the sexier of the two Little Princes of Windsor and England's first
African American princess.
Some
people here in the U.S. tend to fight that title — African American
— because of the growing need to disappear the word African from the
American lexicon. But like President Barack Obama, Meghan Markle is both
black and white, traditional and contemporary, beautiful and smart.
Two
weeks before the big day, I cancelled the trip, realizing the
impracticality of flying 3,700 miles and spending two mortgage payments
to stand in the sun, waiting on a horse named Tyrone.
But as the wedding unfolded, I instantly regretted not being there.
While
watching every nuance of a royal wedding that became a black church
service, hearing every word Bishop Michael Bruce Curry preached in a
universal sermon that might have once stopped a revolutionary war or
civil war, I regretted it most.
The wedding became a
where-were-you-when moment. The 65-year-old Curry, the first African
American elected presiding bishop of the Episcopal Church, who preached
here in metro Detroit a few years ago, didn’t offer a tepid homily. He
preached a hot sermon, one that, if you're a black person in America,
you might have heard in your own church.
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