tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408862.post1240492746196629223..comments2023-10-29T04:36:52.733-05:00Comments on elle, phd: Historyellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01867952598756889997noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408862.post-4965072673651079652008-11-04T23:08:00.000-06:002008-11-04T23:08:00.000-06:00Looking at my sons, I can't help but cry. One day...Looking at my sons, I can't help but cry. One day they will be black men, and I'm so hopeful for their future. <BR/><BR/>I'm crying also for my grandmother (who I miss) and grandfather (who died a month before I was born) who endured so much and did not live to see this day.Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16419883493806890506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408862.post-64714765434625652252008-11-04T22:53:00.000-06:002008-11-04T22:53:00.000-06:00There may not be words, but I keep saying words to...There may not be words, but I keep saying words to my 6 week old anyway. <BR/><BR/>He will NEVER know a world where only white males can be President.<BR/><BR/>I'm trying not to cry.Giftie Etceterahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11353862141419399333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19408862.post-73761735849738468442008-11-04T22:48:00.000-06:002008-11-04T22:48:00.000-06:00There may not be words...There may not be words...Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10950578437970181927noreply@blogger.com