The Audacity of *Black* Hope.

This is what we have left to cling to? Hope?!
In the era of a failing economy, corrupt society, financial recession, nationwide depression with political scandals and a war we never should have been fighting, all we have left is

hope?

What hope?

Hope that America and her Powers-That-Be will put aside the political antics, racism, predjudice and other iniquities that plague our land to find a leader that will rescue us from this state of
turmoil, hopelessness and confusion.

Hope that fades daily as the mud flies smearing the name, credibility and reputation of those merely fighting for a chance to fill the shoes that from here seem almost impossible to walk in; let alone save the nation in with an entire RACE of people on your back.

For once my heart yearns for things to be different but my mind knows truly they are not. It has been over 20 years since a man dared to bring change and justice to our people.

20 years... And what has changed?

What can possibly change to alter the views that years of evil nature helped form?
What can possibly change to alter the very ideals this nation was founded upon?

Furthermore, how can I take pride in a country that after hundreds of years of oppression finally handed me my freedom, yet continues to put restraints on the kind of freedom I'm allowed?

Freedom aint free is what I've been told....free for some, but not for all....
and I'm not a member of the discount club.

So I watch in admiration as my brother (who shouldn't be looked at as my brother solely Because of the color of his skin, but that is what will be inferred by most readers) boldly dares what no man in his situation has dared to do before.

I admire his passion for change, his admonitions of our people and his determination to do the impossible.

My pride in him, however is bittersweet. I know that in my eyes he is a
hero, an example to be followed yet in order for there to be change, we ALL must want change and as I've said.....as many said 20 years ago.....freedom ain't free and I'm afraid that in his search for freedom, he will pay the ultimate price.

Not to idolize man, as that is a mortal sin, but I view him much like the Messiah in that sense...whose image was also altered to appeal to the 'masses'. I'm sure he's thought about it....just like I and everyone else I'm assuming has. That dark thought looming in the back of your mind that manifests itself in the pit of your stomach and in mine is released in
tears.

My heart yearns not to feel this pain...and my mind tries to ignore it but my soul....my soul cries out for change....but there's nothing I, or you, or Barack can do about it....all I can cling to is my
faith...and this HOPE they speak of.....in the face of its audacity.

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