07 November 2008
04 November 2008
What It's All About
I got up early to get to my polling place, so I could vote and get to work. I got there and the line was wrapped around the building. Now you know when black folks gotta wait in line they get angry. But to my delight everyone was smiling and happy and just amazed that so many people came out to vote that early in the morning. It warmed my heart to see young ladies and men out, excited about voting for the first time, and to see older people there with tears in their eyes exclaiming how proud they are for this to happen in their lifetime. I swear if the crowd had broken out into Kumbaya…I would have not been surprised.
I saw the same kids that are rowdy on the Metro train, walking up and down the line asking the elderly if they need a chair to sit in, or escorting the handicapped to the front.
The best part of my 2 hour wait was when an elderly black woman got dropped off at the polls. She had a walker, but pulled a polling judge to the side and asked her if they had wheelchairs. She hadn't been out of her bed, let alone her house in ages and was afraid she wouldnt be able to move any further to actually get inside the building. The polling judge told her that unfortunately they didn't have any wheelchairs there for her to use, and was at a loss at what to do. That's when 5 black men got out of line to assist her. Yes, three of them supported her back, arms and legs and carried her into the polling center, while the other two carried her belongings. Waited for her to vote and carried her back out. The crowd was so overwhelmed with the comraderie, that everyone started clapping. Even if Senator Obama doesn't win this election (although I know he will), that one action right there, to me, made his strides worth it.