Primary Remorse

The familiar gut punch of regret hit me today as I was grabbing a straw from the self-straw-service at Dunkin Donuts.

I regret having voted for Barack Obama. It has nothing to do with the Rev. Wright controversy or anything like that, nor do I think Hillary Clinton is better..etc.

It was a black girl storming through the doors of that Dunkin Donuts, dancing and singing loudly as to draw attention to herself.

I saw it all in a split second blip in my head...

I can't possibly explain what I saw, just that I don't feel good about it.


(I realize what this *sounds* like, but it extends beyond race)