We call it vibing. My daughter Celine and I sat on the couch last night watching Good Bones, where a mother daughter team fixes up houses and sells them.
During out vibing session I brought up Kamala Harris, who is Joe Biden’s vice presidential choice. I’d heard that many younger black people were not thrilled with the choice because of Harris’ days as California Attorney General where part of her job was to send blacks and Hispanics to jail.
I threw out a test line to Celine and asked her what she thought of Harris as the vice presidential choice.
I thought she might be excited to see a black woman running for high office who is also a fellow AKA.
“What’s up with all these moderates,” she said.
I told her I was moderate and that extreme voices worry me and they take our country in the wrong direction.
“We got a revolution going on in this country and we need liberal voices,” she said.
I suddenly felt very old. When did moderate become a four-letter word? Am I out of touch with society?
I like to believe that I am part of the revolution. The difference is I show up for the protest at 4 pm to listen to the preachers and event organizers speak and I am home in time to hear those speeches again on the 6 o’clock news.
When the sun goes down and the crazies come out, I am home in bed. Or I am tucked away in my basement office on Twitter.
Some blacks won’t vote for Harris because of her previous job in law enforcement. The same would be true for Wayne County Prosecutor Kym Worthy if she sought higher office. They don’t like that part of their job is to prosecute black and brown people.
Here is what my old ass thinks. We cannot have a lawless society. I think of my aunt, cousin and grandmother who were all crime victims. When it happened to them I wanted the culprit to pay because they hurt my loved one and I didn’t want them to hurt somebody else.
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