It's 2007; not 1970 or '80 or even 1990. I've just watched the Democratic candidates debate each other on the campus of Drexel, one of two private universities (the other being Penn) which have been allowed to colonize my old neighborhood, West Philadelphia, (yet again conveniently pushing out Black Philadelphians). John Edwards isn't doing bad and Bill Richardson finally seems to have found his voice. Better late than never? I think of the two Dems whose names get the most play these days: the Senator-wife of a former president, and a Black guy who bears his family's very own Kenyan surname. To some, perhaps, this surname issue with the Black candidate is no big deal. To me it's one of many facts which set Barack Obama apart from the Black American ethnic community. For whites and even some others, perhaps Mr. Obama is "just Black enough", yet, with a father from Kenya and a white American mother (descended from Jefferson Davis, president of the Confederacy), in a way the chap is commended by some and recommended by others for not "dragging in all of that nasty old Black American U.S. history." Then there is Mrs. Clinton. I look at Obama and Hillary side by side and I think, "she could be his mother."