October 28, 2018
I was discussing the midterm results with some friends yesterday, one of whom is a Black American (a term I love, as it carries so much history, and pride). He had this to say:
Ending on a positive note: this is my grandmothers voter registration card from 1966. Her and my Granddad went to get it the day after the Voting Rights Act was passed. She told me a year before she died that my grandfather took a bunch of his coworkers in his truck to vote for the first time because the white men who owned the businesses in town would drive past the polling place and if they recognized your car, you got fired as soon as you got back to work.
Progress is possible; don't forget it.