While I’ve made it a point not to talk about the election on this blog and in the past on my previous one, I can hardly contain myself. I live in a very rural community, where people brag about racism, and tell my family you’re not that Mexican, look at the color of your skin. The night my grandma passed out a few years ago the fire chief asked us which hospital we wanted her transported to? When we said _____, he asked
“are you sure? They don’t have people of our kind and color there.” Had he actually read her chart he would have realized my grandmother’s surname is Perez. It’s a blessing he didn’t!!!
Another time I witnessed men sitting in the back of a pickup truck parked in front of an African American household, waving Confederate flags and one with a skeleton on it. I think thank god I’m of Hispanic descent, living in an area as beautiful can be, but filled with such ignorance. I’ve often wondered if I’d be like them if I didn’t have my culture, and my upbringing since the only common ground we have is our place of residence? But then I’m reminded of the person I am, my values and how I can’t bare to see anyone suffer. I feel just as bad for animals when they’re abused, as I do human beings being taken advantage of.
My mom and I never said anything about the fire chief, even though I desperately wanted to. If my grandmother didn’t live with us, and she wasn’t ill I would have done everything in my power to seek change. Most importantly I want to make sure my grandmother has adequate health care and would never jeopardize that. Her life and the lives of my loved ones mean more to me than life itself. The thought that my mother will have health care, if Barack’s Universal health care passes brings me great joy. The fact that he has inspired so many people makes me emotional.
I wanted an Obama sign in our yard but we were afraid of what people might say or do. About a month ago our neighbor posted a McCain sign in her yard. My mother and I looked at each other, and for the first time we weren’t fearful. I searched high and low on the internet, asked friends, and looked just about everywhere. If you might recall I mentioned in my Vintage Antique post that my best find was the sign I had been looking for. I’m thrilled to say it was this sign right below. I am so proud of my country, I’m so proud of my President!!! Thank you for the joy he has brought us, and the family values he holds so dear. I can think of a million reasons why I’m proud to call him my president, and those are the tip of the iceberg. God Bless America!!!!!!
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