The other day, I was instant messaging with my friend Ellen about something I had witnessed on the drive to work. While at a stoplight, I was reading the bumper sticker on the car in front of me. The small, round sticker said, "Obama in '08." I smiled. What made me smile is that the car was one of those big Lincolns that the retirees drive, and sure enough--there was a grey-haired man behind the wheel. A white, grey-haired man. And so it gave me hope that in this conservative, Republican-heavy red state that there was one person outside of the normal Democrat demographic who would be willing to vote for a black man.
Today, while on my drive home, I saw the bumper sticker again. The sticker was on the same bumper, connected to the same car, driven by the same old man. I felt the same way as I did before: hopeful.
Hopeful that in this big city, a small world coincidence might be the sign of change to come.
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