I was one of seven white people standing in a forty-five minute line today to cast my vote for our next president.
As I looked at the faces of the black voters in line, I couldn't help but see a part of my country's history within the eyes of the people around me.
I saw Frederick Douglass, Hattie McDaniel, Herman Perry and the 849th Battalion, Dorothy Dandridge and Jackie Robinson. I saw Dred Scott, Rosa Parks, Buckwheat, Shirley Chisholm and that man with the dream.
But as I stood, a minoity in that line, I never once felt that race was the reason we were all voting. What I felt instead, was a positive energy filled with hope, courage, change, and the importance of history, both past and future.
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