
Yes, I'm back. And I know I've already written below about how excited I am that Barack Obama is our President-Elect. And maybe some of you are tired of hearing me talk about it. And, frankly I don't really care. Wednesday, I walked out of my apartment, head held high, a smile on my face, proudly blasting the song "My President" by Young Jeezy on repeat ALL DAY! I went to work, anticipating the responses I was gonna hear due to Tuesday night's events. Not surprisingly, some people were happy with the results, and some people were...BITTER...for a lack of better words. Again, not to my surprise, I heard some people say "I really don't see the big deal about him being black! It's not that serious!" It made half of me laugh, because it doesn't matter what people think anymore. My president is black and so is yours. The other half of me was like "are you really serous??" Let me break this down for you RIGHT QUICK!
People who are close to me know my story, but if you don't know me I'll let u know wassup. My dad was born in Illinois, my mom was born in Sledge, Mississippi. I've heard plenty of times how she wasn't aloud to go to school in the south, so instead she had to work picking cotton from sun up to sun down for $3 a day. Her toilet was an out house, and to her, a real couch was a car seat. She was 7 yrs behind in school than all the other non black kids her age, but she couldn't do a thing about it. My mom isn't that old people. She's in her 50's, and when she was young, black people weren't even aloud to vote! Just 40 sumthin years ago....that is crazy to me. My grandparents were limited to picking cotton as well, as their parents didn't have much money to live on. When I hear my parents and grandparents talk about this it absolutely amazes me.
I grew up around all white people, all white neighborhood, private Christian school, and played tennis for God's sake. I went to Wake Forest, if that tells you anymore. I've been more hurt by black people, as a young child, calling me "white girl" because of my friends and the way I talk than anything else at that age. For 22 years I lived this life where I wasn't really aware of racism and anything my parents had to go through. I had never, in my life, been called a N*&^^! .........to my face anyway. I moved to Charlotte a year ago, and I've been called that 3 times.....TO MY FACE. It changed my entire perspective. Don't get me wrong, I'm not dumb enough to actually think nobody says that word when I'm not around, but to have that called to my face forced feelings upon me I had never felt before. I was angry and hurt, to say the least. It was at that point that I realized...this racism thing is STILL real! For a moment, I wondered if all of my white friends looked at me as a N@!#$# whenever I pissed them off, or whenever another black person did something wrong. Or if they thought I was given success because I got help based on the color of my skin. After being called that a few times, my emotions were indescribable. I cried a lot, because....I mean....how the hell am I supposed to handle a situation like that?? My first instinct is to beat someones ass, but.... I've been there/done that and it did nothing. My parents simply told me, "Ash, you just have to deal with it, and know that you're being called that out of ignorance". I just have to deal with it...
So as I tell you this, I am letting you know, that I NEVER thought, in my wildest dreams I would see a black man become president....EVER! When black kids say, "I want to be the president when I grow up", they can look at Obama, and really truly believe that they can achieve that goal. THAT's why the color of his skin is such a big deal to me! Some of you might never know how it feels to feel the way I've felt, or feel the way my parents and grandparents felt, but I can certainly try to explain to you the importance of this history. I can only pray that America will grow from it. Change has come people, and for that, I am proud to be an American.
-Raye