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I Didn't Vote For Obama Today

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I Didn't Vote For Obama Today

November 4, 2008, 9:37AM

I have a confession to make.

I did not vote for Barack Obama today.

I've openly supported Obama since March. But I didn't vote for him today.

I wanted to vote for Ronald Woods. He was my algebra teacher at Clark Junior High in East St. Louis, IL. He died 15 years ago when his truck skidded head-first into a utility pole. He spent many a day teaching us many things besides the Pythagorean Theorem. He taught us about Medgar Evers, Ralph Abernathy, John Lewis and many other civil rights figures who get lost in the shadow cast by Martin Luther King, Jr.

But I didn't vote for Mr. Woods.

I wanted to vote for Willie Mae Cross. She owned and operated Crossroads Preparatory Academy for almost 30 years, educating and empowering thousands of kids before her death in 2003. I was her first student. She gave me my first job, teaching chess and math concepts to kids in grades K-4 in her summer program. She was always there for advice, cheer and consolation. Ms. Cross, in her own way, taught me more about walking in faith than anyone else I ever knew.

But I didn't vote for Ms. Cross.

I wanted to vote for Arthur Mells Jackson, Sr. and Jr. Jackson Senior was a Latin professor. He has a gifted school named for him in my hometown. Jackson Junior was the pre-eminent physician in my hometown for over 30 years. He has a heliport named for him at a hospital in my hometown. They were my great-grandfather and great-uncle, respectively.

But I didn't vote for Prof. Jackson or Dr. Jackson.

I wanted to vote for A.B. Palmer. She was a leading civil rights figure in Shreveport, Louisiana, where my mother grew up and where I still have dozens of family members. She was a strong-willed woman who earned the grudging respect of the town's leaders because she never, ever backed down from anyone and always gave better than she got. She lived to the ripe old age of 99, and has a community center named for her in Shreveport.

But I didn't vote for Mrs. Palmer.

I wanted to vote for these people, who did not live to see a day where a Black man would appear on their ballots on a crisp November morning.

In the end, though, I realized that I could not vote for them any more than I could vote for Obama himself.

So who did I vote for?

No one.

I didn't vote. Not for President, anyway.

Oh, I went to the voting booth. I signed, was given my stub, and was walked over to a voting machine. I cast votes for statewide races and a state referendum on water and sewer improvements.

I stood there, and I thought about all of these people, who influenced my life so greatly. But I didn't vote for who would be the 44th President of the United States.

When my ballot was complete, except for the top line, I finally decided who I was going to vote for - and then decided to let him vote for me. I reached down, picked him up, and told him to find Obama's name on the screen and touch it.

And so it came to pass that Alexander Reed, age 5, read the voting screen, found the right candidate, touched his name, and actually cast a vote for Barack Obama and Joe Biden.

Oh, the vote will be recorded as mine. But I didn't cast it.

Then again, the person who actually pressed the Obama box and the red "vote" button was the person I was really voting for all along.

It made the months of donating, phonebanking, canvassing, door hanger distributing, sign posting, blogging, arguing and persuading so much sweeter.

So, no, I didn't vote for Barack Obama. I voted for a boy who now has every reason to believe he, too, can grow up to be anything he wants...even President.

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Just wondering why we can't be sincere anymore and why we've got to crap on this for being so.

The "Puke" line was harsh, my bad. Still, ever had a sense of innocent nostalgia? GWB beat it out of you? We could just as easily say that any author was "Self-serving" for writing what they wrote but it does us no good in this case. What are you afraid that he's trying to convince you of? Let the guy have some hope for his kid's future, regardless of whether or not you appreciate his rhetorical style.



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I can't speak for Ollie, but I'm certainly not trying to take away from buddy's hope for the future.

The article just seems a bit sensationalistic and my "puke puke" agreeance was primarily about the rhetoric, not the actual kid voting for Obama itself.

[color:purple]thats not how i interpreted it :P


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I say:

::puke:: ::puke::

but not to the story or the dude that wrote it, to those of you that came on here and immediately said puke. It was a fun cute little story and man, the first black president and he let his kid vote for him, that'll be pretty cool later on when the kid's a little older and the only one his age to participate in something this big.

Great post.

My nine-year-old daughter filled out the presidential choice on my absentee ballot. We video-taped it and I think I'll put it on the utube and post a link on TPM.

This is one she'll remember her whole life. She made her own campaign posters and yard signs. Last night when I put her to bed we talked about how we hoped the world would change today.

This feels about a hundred times more important than any election in my life.

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I don't have kids.

Not trying to 'imply' anything here ;) , or even remotely trying to say what this guy was implying with this article, but...

seems a little to lend itself to the side of those who voted for Barack because they were voting for a historical landmark.

I really, really don't think this is why this guy (er, kid) voted Obama, but the rhetoric (in itself) paints that picture.

Hence, the vomit.

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Definition of agreeance :.



1. (n.) The state of agreement; when two or more people possess the same opinions or ideas.

Origins: While this word was once found in dictionaries, it is now considered obsolete, and was removed for some strange reason.

Example: John and I were in agreeance about the future of the business.


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::reads MattM's reply, begins slow clap::

really. why take everything so facking serious? honest question. (thinks back to the BWM post about the crackheads) seriously. wtf.

here's one for the masses. a crackhead let his little boy fill out his absentee ballot in iraq while kicking a dog....GO!

[color:gray]**just re-read my post and it looked like i was coming down on Booche....quite the opposite and totally agree with the 'slow clap'**

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