Today I voted. It was the 4th time I’ve been of voting age during a presidental election and it was by far the busiest polling place I’ve ever seen. All told it took about an hour from arriving at the polling location to getting back to my car. I’m anxious as as all get out today fearing a repeat of the stolen election of 2000 but am hopeful that things will run smoothly.
There was one moment at the polls that brought tears to my eyes and rose goosebumps on my skin. There was an elderly African-American woman with a walker in front of me in line and I could tell she was struggling and tired. I found a chair for her to sit in as we waited and we chatted. I asked why she didn’t vote absentee and she straightened up and said proudly “Honey, I’ve waited my entire life to cast this vote. There was no way I wasn’t going be here in person and see my ballot go into that slot. I want to tell my grandkids and great-grandkids that I was here today. This feels like the big moments of the Civil Rights days – change is coming but only if we all do something to help it along.”
I couldn’t agree with her more.