Oppression and Privilege

My grandmother walked with me to the polls when I voted for the first time. Fresh out of high school and 18-years-old, I planned to take my time and make an educated choice on each candidate. For me, it didn’t matter if the candidate was Republican or Democrat.

However, it did to my grandmother.

“Just check the box for Democrat and come on,” she ordered me. And that’s the way it was and is to this day for most blacks.