I've never written a diary before, however, I just feel the 'need' to do it tonight--I know this might not go anywhere--but hey, what the heck, right?
I don't know where to begin--so I'll begin here. It's been one heck of an extremely interesting life. In reflection upon my entire life, I think I was just 'wired' to be a political person. I have few memories of regular childhood things, like playing, friends, and such. Instead, I remember political events such as asking my mom as a very little girl growing up in a segregated city what a sign said in a women's restroom. She responded it said 'no coloreds allowed'. WOW. What an impression that made, like 'why not?".
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