Wednesday, October 22, 2008

History in the making

I just had to post this text message from my father, who apparently followed through on his promise to vote early on Tuesday:

In my life, I vote for a black man for president of the u.s. It's unreal!
It's impossible for me to fathom this sort of turnabout for a 61-year-old man who was raised as one of eight by a single mother in segregated Hot Springs, Arkansas.

More than anything, I'm relieved that our elders - survivors of Jim Crow - lived to see the fruits of their historical burden in this rather surreal (or unreal, as it were) manner. Win or lose.


Anonymous said...

what a nice text message. i sometimes forget what this means to the older generation. thats awesome.

MsLady said...

Very moving post. Love your blog! Your "ramblings" are very timely and eloquent. BTW, thanks for the love on ours... MsLady,

blackink said...

You know, I figured it out last night that my father was 18 when his family, neighbors and other brown-skinned folks in this country were finally guaranteed the right to go into a polling booth without fear of reprisal or any other sort of discriminatory efforts.

In that context, it's easy to see why this election means so much to my father. He never thought he'd live to see the day. In a way, so did I. Glad we were both wrong.

And much thanks, mslady. Thanks for coming aboard.