Tim’s Story

I know this is late but felt I should write it anyway. My name is Timothy C. Green I am an African America born in 1949. I grew up in a small town in southeastern Colorado during the 50’s and 60’s. My parents were southern blacks who had moved west to get away from Jim Crow and find a better life. I watched the civil rights movement from the relative safety of southern Colorado. I marched in marches with no fear of being hurt because the police in my small town new us all. This isolation did not protect me from discrimination but it did protect me from most overt discrimination. I was still called a Nigger and insulted in a most cavalier manner at times. I was told by my Junior High Principal that I was bum and would someday be in jail.

All this changed when I read the biographies of Booker T. Washington and George Washington Carver. About the same time Martin Luther King came to the forefront of the civil rights movement. I had heroes other than my father and mother and began to believe I could be more than a janitor. Over the years I watched America change and grow. I watched black Americans take positions of power and influence, but always felt that we would never ascend to the pinnacle of power: the presidency. I was sure that if Colin Powell did not become president then we would not have a black president in my lifetime.

I began this election cycle in Hillary Clinton’s corner and felt I would sit out the primary election process and vote on Election Day, as I always had. Then one day I heard Obama’s speech from the 2004 Democratic convention. I still was a Clinton clone, but felt this young man was pretty damn cool. But even more important he was intelligent, aware, and center of the road. He seems to drip confidence and charisma and he cared about all Americans. Once the Primaries were over and he was chosen to run I got up off my butt and got in the game.

This is the first time in my 59 years that I had truly worked in a campaign. I became more and more involved as time went on, but the day of his Democratic nomination acceptance speech I was pulled into his orbit, and I became convinced that I would see an African American president in my life. It has happened, and I am so proud. My grandson might not become president, but I know now if he had the desire and tools, he could be if he wanted it.

Timothy C. Green
Denver, CO

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