Multicultural America
I had lunch in a little joint just outside Emory University. It served an odd mix of falafel and sushi. A man in a kimono frying garbanzo beans is quite a sight. To top it off, they were playing Louis Armstrong’s cover of Edith Piaf’s Ma Vie en Rose, while the couple at the nearby table spoke Persian. It was so multicultural that it was comic. The experience reminded me that for all the problems of America, for all of its current follies overseas, it is still a magical land, a land where people of all races and creeds do mingle. This is particularly true in cities, where physical proximity and increased economic opportunities break down barriers among people. This is the heartland of America, not some rural portion of the middle of the country.
