My life was about this. And I didn’t get away until Trump gained power. OF COURSE I voted for Trump and sustained him. OF COURSE it was scary when, within moments of Obama’s election, about 10 new black sitcoms were released and every black man on every news show smiled interestedly and unexpectedly.
I had made a terrible mistake in how I addressed President Obama prior to his election on the matter of aborted babies that never went away. It was like I offered myself as pate. I actually knew quite a lot about black and white politics and interactions from my experience in DV shelters and on MH wards. I mistook Obama as savvy to this when he wasn’t. He HELD HIMSELF ABOVE the common crowd and took steps to eliminate people like me–in other words, people who seemed like a threat–from the battle field. Which was not right.
I don’t know where he is now or what he is doing but I continue to feel threatened to this very day. I thought it was my father and mother. Now I realize it has been Barak.
Un.Bon.Mot 