Ms. Mcclay, in all due respect, I’m sure I earned my bonafide a decade or perhaps two decades before you were born.
What’s the rush? The Democratic field is not set yet. Put them all on a stage and hear them out. The right candidate is sure to emerge from the primary process.
By the way, the Right-Wing Shrills” call me a racist. Now I am being called a possible Right-Wing Shrill by a natural ally. Since the 1950s, I have been fighting for my people and now I come to the 21st century just to possibly be thought of as a Right-Wing Shrill, by someone who my whole life has been dedicated to ensuring that she receive justice and equality in America.
It seems that no Black person is Black enough for Black people. Harris is not Black enough, I’m not Black enough.
In 1850, when my Great Great Grandfather Dempsey Clark stood on the slave auction block in Hawkinsville, Georgia and told a prominent slaveholder that he could save his money because he would not slave on his plantation, any question of shrillness in my DNA was dispelled. I write to speak up for my people, as Dempsey Clark did during the height of enslavement, and not to impress white people.
I may have a different view than you, but I assure you I don’t coward to any man or woman.