The audacity of voting

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(NNPA)–I love voting.  Every time I go into the booth, I see little girl me, pigtails and all, plaid skirt, white blouse and green sweater, part of my Catholic school uniform.  Most of my relatives were Democrats, though my grandmother voted Republican a time or two because “Lincoln freed the slaves.”  In 1960, I had the privilege of pulling the lever to elect John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the candidate that the nuns at Immaculate Conception Elementary School rhapsodized over.

On the way back from the polls, my mom told me that Negroes (as we were called then) didn’t always get to vote, and she shared facts about grandfather clauses and poll taxes.  I’ll never forget that moment, which may have sown the seeds of my activism.  Indeed, when I went to school the next day, and the nun asked if everyone’s parent had voted, I took the opportunity to share that Negroes did not always get to vote.  I was sent home with a note at the end of the day, and got an admonition from my mom about keeping my big mouth shut.  I guess I didn’t learn my lesson.

I guess everyone doesn’t like voting as much as I do.  Only a quarter of those eligible to vote in the District of Columbia did so.  Some blamed the earliness of the primary (only Illinois had an earlier date, on March 26, and some states have primary elections as late as September); others spoke of the inclement weather the weekend before the election as affecting voter turnout.  But when I am reminded that Fannie Lou Hamer was almost beat to death because she registered voters, and Medgar Evers was killed because he worked to secure voting rights for Black people, I am infuriated by those who take a pass on voting.  How does a little snow on Sunday keep you from going to the polls on Tuesday?  The fact is that too many African-Americans play into enemy hands whenever they fail to vote.

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