|What I'm about to say might shock you...|
This isn't primarily what this post is really about, but that's where I'm starting: four years ago, I voted for Obama. Well, back up. I didn't just vote for him. I campaigned for a year prior to his election. I served as a Precinct Chair, I was a delegate all through the primary right up to the state convention in Austin, TX, I registered fellow citizens to vote, I knocked doors, I made phone calls- I was a model of civic duty. I did all of this while working full time and going to graduate school full time, which qualifies me as a special kind of Grade A Type A Crazy. But I digress.
|We were pretty sure at this point, but nothing official had been announced|
One thing that isn't the same? On that night, in 2008, in the middle of all our "Yay, he won!" happiness, we received news via text message from a Californian friend: Prop 8 passed. So while everyone was celebrating, our little group was suddenly not feeling quite so hopeful.
|Right after we found out he won, but clearly before we found out a majority of voters in CA hate the majority of our group|
“Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. We have seen the future, and the future is ours.”-