“Bad times don’t last always.” That is what is keeping me going. I find it difficult to believe that hate will prevail. I had a visceral response to voting this election. I voted early because I had to affirm love as early in the election as possible. I have not considered myself political or religious. I am a believer in the Highest Authority. I believe He sent his son to forgive our sins and to provide a roadmap for us to follow.
That roadmap leads to loving God with all our hearts and loving our neighbor as ourselves. The love, in this time, is missing in action (M.I.A.). It seems to be detoured until the hate filled, self absorbed energy is removed.
“Bad times don’t last always.” And certainly, there was this glimmer of hope that the same country that has discounted, dismissed, disenfranchised and every effort made to decimate and destroy…I believed, there was a glimmer of hope that my people were now able to be seen long enough, and valued long enough to elect a black man…a man with direct lineage to Africa…a man with a Muslim name…not particularly light skin-ed or straight haired, with an straight up, state of the art, ebony wife. I believed we…they…had seen the light. I believed that we…they…had seen the evil of their ways. I believed we had overcome.
So when I had the opportunity to vote early on Saturday, October 24, 2020…I stood on line…that first day possible in New York. I knew the lines would be shorter later in the week. But I needed to vote early to affirm love as early in the election period as possible.
There are a few people that I love and respect who are believers in the current reality of misinformation, and straight up lying that one of their tribe described as endearing. Had this current inhabitant of the White House been on the outside looking in when Barack Hussein Obama was president, and several hundred thousand Americans had died, thousands of business were closed, multiple thousands of jobs were lost, the onslaught of criticism would have made place the president at risk of being lynched. And yet, a person who takes no responsibility for anything negative on his watch and on his practices…and every responsibility for any and everything positive…even that which was built on the insight and intellect of a president who kept this country alive…could win this election.
“Bad times don’t last always.” When I actually voted, and the screen indicated that my ballot had been registered, I cried. My tears were in the belief that so many of us are prayerfully voting so that “Bad times don’t last always.” Please vote for the best in us, the love in us, the God in us!
Love and realness,