Myš³Was 4 Trump!!
I was determined in my mind, it was either Donald Trump, or I just wasnāt voting!!!
Itās 11:39pm on Sunday March 1st. I was struggling to go to sleep, until I quit trying; I donāt think Iāll be able to close my eyes until I get this message off my mind. So here we go...
I hate politics, and feel same if not more about many politicians. Iāve worked with my share, over the last half decade, everyone from local officials, to state, and even national, all of them somewhat leaving me with a sickening taste in my mouth. They arenāt bad people, but none of them seemingly speak to me. I always leave meetings feeling more empty, more defeated, worthless, with a why even bother attitude...
I donāt know if you are aware, but Super Tuesday is right around the corner, and everyone is in these streets begging for votes. Itās the one time of year when politicians outdo pan handles 25-1, hands down.
Iāve been struggling these last few weeks, finding myself growing more and more frustrated with the Democratic Party. I even considered the most drastic measures of all. Either shedding my Democratās card, switching republican, which yes means I strongly considered voting for Donald Trump, or just not voting at all.
My mind told me I had a few months to think about it, that I could skip Super Tuesday, thinking about it hard until November.
So letās talk about my struggles. First off donāt hate gays, but I donāt trust SOME OF THEM. I donāt trust those who wish to use every nook and cranny possible to conquer our democracy for their benefit. I support them, love them, and am so happy they get to live the lives they desire. I want the best for them, just like a want the best for white people, immigrants, and even my own black people. I couldnāt support a candidate who made me cringe. I couldnāt support a guy who deep down in my heart I didnāt believe would truly push for liberty and justice for all. I was scared of the country going to liberal, because super progressive beliefs donāt line up with mine, and the last thing I desire is someone telling me who and what I am going to believe.
So seeing where the pendulum was swinging, Iād already seemingly made up my mind. I knew my decision wasnāt going to sit well, and I could already see how many close to me was going to react. I know for a fact, My political mom, would loose her political manners, and kick my D*ck in, well what was left of it after grandma got finished. I could see my homie, Nikia driving from the Peninsula screaming for her piece, if my aunt momma Stacy didnāt beat her here from DC. TRUTH IS, I was left feeling helpless, left feeling like everyone wanted to give me stuff I didnāt ask for, while telling me I wanted things I donāt.
Feeling completely disconnected, my grandma came into my man cave. Saying sugar, Iāve been on this earth for eighty years, and Iāve never been to a politically rally. Would you take me to see Joe Biden? Iām thinking grandma heās good as dead, why waste your time? Mind you this was well before South Carolina..
So I agreed to go, when I arrived I saw something Iāve never seen in my life, especially never at a political rally. The school (BTW) was flooded with not WHITES, BUT NEGROS.. I said NEGROS. These werenāt your sedate acidity, these werenāt your bougie ghentonians, these were straight up hood folks, folks Iād never seen come to things like this, and folks most said would never care.
Nearly 2000 people, 98% black filled the Booker T. Washington High School Gym. Which in itself made me feel some kind of way. We werenāt in some highfalutin deck overlooking the Elizabeth, or on a college surrounded by those with quiet money, we werenāt even running around west Ghent, no we were in the heart of the hood, both past and present.
I remember getting a text from a homie around 830pm. He asked how was it? Itās not finished I responded. Itās almost 9pm he replied. I know I returned with excitement. Why are yāall in there so long? Itās a party!! This is what happens when Negros get to have their own thing, we do what we do.
Now it was 98% black, 2% white, with some LGBTQ š³ļøāš. This is important because they didnāt show up like they were entitled, like they had a right to be here.. They came to our house, and they respect it. They respected us, and in kind we welcomed them. They danced with us, hugged us, held hands with us, and asked to come back to be with us.
I remember two ladies, sitting next to each other, one black, one white. The black lady curled over to the white and said. Iām so glad I lived long enough to welcome you to my hood, the white lady responded, Iām so glad I came to enjoy how good you guys are.
Another lady, somewhat feeling threaten was calmed down by this black lady who said, baby you are welcome here, I got you, taking her by the hand, keeping her close by the entire evening. This wasnāt the ruffians, you hear about on tv, these werenāt the parental whites weāve come despise. Everyone felt at home, in our house, and everyone enjoyed what we had to offer.
When it came time to take pics, one white gurl was buried under me, Nikia and I was like not all of us are going to get the shot, but Nikia you get it, and weāll ride shot gun. It was the happiest this white girl had ever been, it was the happiest Iād ever been.
No one has ever brought this out of people like Joe Biden. Even Obama couldnāt bring out this kind of emotion, this kind of love. Obama because he was black couldnāt come to the hood, because the white folks would bury him, but Uncle Joe, said just like Bill Clinton in 1992, these are my people, and Iām going to see em..
Uncle Joe pulled me off the political cliff, not because of his great agenda, or because of his experience. I took to Uncle Joe because I felt like he hosted the worlds greatest family reunion.
As I prepare to leave you, I recall of one last experience, this had to have been the most exciting of them all. This lady fell out her chair, we all turned to help her but two gay dudes mostly did the job. I looked at them, asking why are
You here? Saying Mayor Petes rally is down the street, this before we knew heād dropped out. They replied we donāt care about him, and we certainly donāt care about a gay man being president. We care about someone who will love us all. We donāt need a gay man to know weāre important, we feel it right here, with you.. I can tell, even if you donāt agree with us, you guys love us, you guys want us to be happy, and youāre not going to stand in our way, and we donāt need to stand in yours..
So this Tuesday I am casting my ballot for Uncle Joe, because I donāt just wanna live in a prosperous America, I wanna live America. Filled with my family, who have different styles, and ways of living but itās still the land we can all call my home, sweet home!!
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Erik DeSean Barrett
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