CASS and I boarded the US Air Shuttle in Boston, ready to take up our new life in the nation’s capital. Mum and Eddie would be meeting us in DC so we could attend the Inauguration together. I was struck by the Americanness of it all. When they came to the United States three decades before, could Mum and Eddie have imagined that their adopted country would elect an African-American President? Or that their daughter would get to work at his White House?
