Voting to me is serious business. It always has been. But as a felon, historically your rights to these privilideges are different. You quickly are made aware that what you enjoyed prior to incarceration are no longer yours to enjoy.
Today was amazing. I voted mindfully. I knew what I had lost and what was restored.
Now mind you I was elected to office twice. I voted for myself. I worked on campaigns both nationally and locally. Losing the right to vote hurts. Being able to vote when I thought I could not was a precious gift. I am not so sure I would have ever let this go. I would have hated missing out on this historic moment.
As an African-American woman, the race rests on my shoulders. Who cares if that is unfair or unjust...it just is. I would have worn that guilt like a finely woven necklace.
I will never know what my feelings would have been had I not been able to vote. I only know that I can imagine and conjure up images. It would not have been pretty.
I am happy this evening. I linked my voice with many hoping for change. I am here and I cast my vote.