As an African American woman voting today, I’m acutely aware of the “cloud of witnesses” that are looking down on me. Every minute that I stood in line was in honor of my ancestors who could not. For every step I took, I felt like generations of men and women were walking beside me.
It doesn’t matter who I voted for or what my challenges were with both of the major party candidates. I am more overwhelmed with the historic nature of this election and what this process means for the granny’s and granddaddy’s, the great-grandma’s and great-grandpa’s, and all of those who never believed that they would see a day such as this.
It’s truly moving.
TMLG
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