I've studied this election more fervently than any other political event in my immediate history-meaning anything that a grade and subsequent scholarship weren't riding on. There were moments when this election turned into a study of myself, family, and friends. There have been many an anxious evening. There have been many moments of doubt, self-doubt, doubts about justice, equality and supposed freedoms.
Have I always been supportive and faithful? Absolutely not. There were times when I felt I'd flee, which is so unlike me. There were times when a win appeared at some deep subconscious level as a loss with a title and a ribbon on it. Fear. Legitimately so in a campaign where I found myself so frequently checking and double checking facts. Could it be? Maybe. Perhaps, the historical racial construct of the America I know has made it near impossible for me, a black woman, to believe in the possibility of a black president?
So divisive, all of these thoughts, these beliefs, these ideas and ideologies. And, then comes hope-the final divide and the fatal chasm of fear that separates those who have none and those who do, like us. The Mercado Family proudly supports the Obama Family, yes we do.