November 4, 2008. Cortlandt Manor, NY. I was only eight months past 18 and probably the MOST influential presidential election was looming over me. I am not one to read the newspaper or watch the daily news. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t live under a rock… I knew that there was the possiblity of a black man being voted as the President. But did I know what he stood for? Nope. My mom told me briefly his plans to change healthcare and I had heard him speak a handful of times. But as a new voter did I really know enough to choose who I wanted to run my country. Did I even really care.
But this was more than just being a fresh-eyed voter. As a woman thousands of women before me had toiled and fought for me to be stand behind that curtain, stand at that poll, and make a difference in the choice of the leaders of tomorrow. That is one of the main reasons I made the effort to even vote once I was eligible to vote. How could I let down those who worked so hard to allow me to have a hand in choosing the 44th, like Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
Everyone always likes to share who they voted for with each other but throughout my whole life whenever my mother voted and I asked who she voted for she always kept it a secret. So I’ve decided to start my own tradition and not tell anyone. So you’ll never know…
Photograph taken at Obama speech: Photographer unkown http://www.portlandart.net/archives/2009/04/interview_with_4.html
Source Unkown: Picture taken from http://glorymountainministries.com/external.html
Source Unknown: Picture taken from http://civilrightsfacts.com/women-s-rights-leaders.php
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