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A Father's Thoughts on Election Eve


My 9-month-old son, Kole. I'm pretty sure he's the cutest Obama baby on the planet

I ordered this onesie right after Obama's Super Tuesday blowout. It's sized at 12-18 months, so I wasn't sure it would fit by Election Day... Good thing he takes after his Dad.

Tomorrow, he will accompany me as I cast my vote. The historical significance has been pressing on me as we move closer to THE DAY. Both my grandfathers passed on before I was born, but their great grandson will witness the election of a Black man to the Presidency of the United States.

A few years ago, I bought a tee shirt for my older son, Tommy. I was in an airport, headed home and wanted to grab a souvenir. The shirt, then much too large for him to wear, read "Future President of the United States." As I pondered the purchase, I recall thinking, "One day, this message might be true for my son."

After Obama clinched the nomination, Tommy wore that shirt for the first time. He had grown into it, much as this impressive nominee had grown into his history-defining role.

I am astounded at this election season. Even in the midst of my solidly upper middle class upbringing, I never truly believed that a viable Black Presidential nominee would emerge in my lifetime. Chisholm, and Fulani were valiant attempts, but never serious contenders. In my first Presidential primary I voted for Jesse. His finish didn't surprise me.

However, my children will mature in a world where their dreams will not be wistful platitudes of opportunity and equality. They will see this President and his beautiful family lead our country in a new direction and KNOW that their possibilities are limitless.

We are counting down to change, America. Don't miss the chance to make history.

VOTE!


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