My sweet, hard-working, honest Dad grew up in the Jim Crow south where his family's life was ruined during the Tulsa Massacre. In Chicago, Dad was vigilant as precinct caption, with his clipboard walking door-to-door, helping neighbors to register and vote. For many years, he was tireless in his efforts to help people exercise their precious right to vote.
I am happy he lived to see the day that a superb Black candidate could become the next President of The United States!
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