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“I’m not a Republican”

There comes a point in every friendship where you have to decide whether it’s best to be honest. And that point came for me today.


See, I live in America. As a Black woman. There’s no way I’ll align myself with anyone who’s sole purpose is to make my life a living hell. And that’s what I believe the Republican Party is out to do. First of all, they have no compassion whatsoever for anyone who’s not rich. They’d rather take care of the business owners than take care of the workers. They have no interest anything or anyone that doesn’t generate revenue.


Furthermore, they want to tamper with reproductive rights. That’s a problem to me. Understand that I’m pro-life all day long. The way I see it, people have sex all the time and don’t get pregnant. So when they do, I believe that God has a divine purpose for that baby.


However, I understand that everyone doesn’t share my feelings. And I don’t think a woman should have to be butchered in a back alley if she chooses to abort a baby. Would you like to pay for a youthful mistake for the rest of your life? Now, I’m not for women using abortion as birth control, but that’s another story altogether.


Anyway, I was riding to choir rehearsal with my neighbor/director when he asked me about the GOP debate that’s scheduled for tomorrow night. I’m not planning to watch it because I think all of the candidates are full of it. I may watch at a later date just to see the foolishness (much like I find myself drawn to Maury or Jerry Springer), but overall, I have other more intelligent and interesting ways to spend my time.


He started talking about how Rick Perry was probably going to be the man. And I do believe he’ll get the Republican nomination. However, I don’t like Rick Perry. And I said as much. He then asked me why. I couldn’t bring myself to say that I think the governor of Texas is a racist bigot who’d like to see all Black people rounded up and shipped back to Africa. I couldn’t tell him that I believe that women’s rights will be exponentially set back with a Perry administration. And health care would be distant memory, to say the least.


So I told him, point blank, that I’m not a Republican. He got quiet, but he didn’t stop talking. That’s a good thing. I know that I’m singing on the praise team at an ultra-conservative church. But I do not now – nor will I ever – throw my hat into the Republican ring. Just won’t do it.


Now, let’s see how these folks in my White Life will feel about having a Democrat in the midst. Promises to be interesting...

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