It’s been many months since I’ve posted anything on my blog. Given all the excitement at VBB, it’s been a challenge to carve out moments to be just still, let alone write. But today — as always – I’m inspired by Minal.
As we drive back to our house this evening after a day of adventures around Houston, we pass over the I-10 interpass. Minal chirps out: “Those are the presidents’ heads.”
“Yes,” I respond, knowing she’s talking about the large plaster sculptures created by David Adickes. “I don’t like them that much. Why aren’t there any women?”
“Because there’s been no women presidents. Not here.”
“Right,” I say. “Not here.”
“But in Karachi…no I mean, in Pakistan, there was. A woman president. And then she died. She was killed.”
I am silenced by Minal’s wisdom, and moved by her memory of that night in December 2007, when she was only three years old.