George Washington Meets Black Lives Matter
“Where am I?” George Washington sat up in his hospital bed, blinking.
“Good morning, Mr. President,” a young woman stepped forward. “It is an honor to meet you. You are in a time machine. We are scientists from the year 2241.”
“What is this?” Washington reached for the IV needle in his left arm.
“Please don’t touch that, Sir. That medicine is healing you.”
“I was dying…”
“Yes, Mr. President. Moments before your death, we brought you here.”
“But, why…?”
“We’re historians. Having learned all we could from documents, we now use time travel to bring major historical figures to the future for study. With our modern medicine, you’ll live in comfort and luxury for another 50 years, at least. And — if you’re willing — we’d like to interview you.”
“But, Mrs. Washington…”
“She didn’t see. We replaced your body with a lookalike cadaver. No one in 1799 will know the difference. Martha lives another three years, and we’ll fetch her, too, before she dies. You’ll see her tomorrow.”
Washington nodded slowly.
“You’re wearing… men’s trousers.”
