History

Eight years ago I was riding my bike downtown in a city that had been ravaged by policies that were steeped in inequality, a city that most had given up on, a city that remained in the books having an 80% black population, when we as a country elected the first African American President of the United States. De'mongo's, the infamous downtown speakeasy, was broadcasting the news on loudspeakers as the results rolled in to a mostly empty Capitol Park. Inside the bar however, was packed. Standing room only as a crowd of people anxiously awaited the final decision. When the news or whoever made the announcement that Obama had won, the crowd spilled out into the street as not one person could contain their excitement. I could hear the rumble of people joyously stopping traffic on Woodward celebrating up and down the storied first paved road in America, just a block away. I don't think I will ever forget that night, it was an amazing display of how great America and its people can be.

After this especially ruthless and emotionally draining election, I hope and I believe that I will feel that welling excitement again as we elect our first Female President. As I wait for the results to pour in... I can barely contain my excitement. I can't wait to tear down whatever barriers are left that keep people from dreaming as big as they should, or just feeling comfortable as they are. Love to all my #nastywomen #imwithher #Americaisgreat