President Barack Obama My thoughts…(Part 2 of 2)

A long time ago, in a school in Louisville…

I still remember sitting in elementary school and getting yelled at by this redheaded female teacher. I can’t recall her name, it was so long ago, but the fiery redhead hair still is burned into my memory. I was the only black kid in my glass that year, and I started to notice the difference in the way she treated me compared to the other children.

I was a little slower to learn than the other children, and I had to work harder to keep up with the class. (I had a mild case of stuttering and took speech classes.) Despite all that, she seemed to be angry with me.

Whenever I asked a question, I’d get this, “Sigh, what is it this time, James?” I noticed the hatred in her voice. Looking back at it now, this was my first case with racism, but I didn’t understand it. I still remember that woman; I just can’t remember her face.

I realized that portion of my childhood represents minorities, and namely the black community as a whole, and their problems with racism. While I still think racism is a huge problem, that redhead teacher in the back of our collective mind that’s telling us we’ll never become anything, but many of the problems within the black community are problems we can solve ourselves.

Obama shows that, if you work hard at your dream, you can make it. We shouldn’t the past hold us back to make the right changes for today. These are things that black community needs to adopt, if we really do want to make a change.

This is a chance to remember history, but not let it hold us back.

Voting in Obama was only one stage.