Today I dine with kings!

O.K. I exaggerated.

This coming Friday I will be at a fundraiser. Guest of the event: Barak Obama and Hillary Clinton. Yes, I will be close to the historical event as one can get. Democrates out in force all spit shined and I will be the lady in red.

Of course when I told my mother of my plans the first thing that came to her mind was Obama + Mississippi = gunshots. My daughter there; not good.

Every black in Mississippi needs to be on something for anxiety. Visions of the clan rising up is too close for comfort for them. I don't care that white people of the north are saying that those are the old days. For Mississippians, it can quickly become not the olden days but "we're back in white sheets again days" and we know all of the people waiting to done those sheets by name and by flag and lawn jockey.

Talk about cutting tension with a knife. You can cut the hopeful anticipation of the segregation wishes with a knife. Oh, you know its the truth, so close your opened in astonishment mouth.

Let me make it clear I am a Christian and I am going to my grave loving every one. But that doesn't mean that every one loves me. I don't practice black on white racism and don't like any one that does. But the fact is that this election will seperate the truth from fiction and I really don't want to find out the truth, but I am also unwilling to stick my head in the sand and pretend that there are some fearful blacks wishing that this election had different people running for office.

I can almost hear what the old folks use to say "Why won't that old Obama let sleeping dogs lie?" Just like it is his fault that America still have racial skeletons.

Keep a prayer in your heart for me for my safety and I can't tell you how happy I am to be living history for a change instead of just reading about it. And my part in this historical time is to show "love."