The Ken Burns video played out on the screens. The common man, surrounded by his white relations; the black folks wept with joy at the history being made, the candidate declared to be black in spite of his origins.
The man who supported the likes of Emil Jones, the Strogers pere et fils, and Richard Daley, was trumpeted as the vector of change. The man who turned to Tony Rezko when the dogs in the street knew the influence peddler was radioactive was presented as the embodiment of ethics.
I turned off the television and went back to the novel I was reading. Good fiction requires the suspension of disbelief. Bad fiction makes it impossible for the reader, or the listener, to continue because the premise is too fantastic.