Sanders and Flores
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Democracy for America has announced that "Bernie Sanders just received a pivotal endorsement in a crucial early state -- and it's a poignant and powerful example of the political revolution we are building across America.
Lucy Flores is the DFA-endorsed candidate running for Congress in Nevada against a right-wing extremist. Lucy has deep roots in Nevada, was the first Latina elected to the Nevada legislature, and her support can help Bernie win in the all-important Nevada caucus on February 20, just days after the New Hampshire primary."
According to her website, "Lucy ran for office to represent our community, serving as State Assemblywoman for four years in Assembly District 28, which was mostly located in Congressional District 4. In office, Lucy successfully passed improvements to the way young people are tested by our high schools, protected consumers from predatory practices, and shielded victims of domestic violence from abusers."
Lucy penned an eloquent endorsement of Sanders:
Why I Support Bernie Sanders
I was a junior in college when the reality of today's economic and social injustice hit me squarely in the gut with soul crushing force. After managing through my own set of difficult circumstances -- escaping the cycle of poverty and dysfunction that included abandonment by my mother, gang-involvement, a stint on juvenile parole, a teenage abortion and becoming a high school drop-out - I was working several jobs to get myself through school at the University of Southern California.
One of those jobs was assessing kids involved in a long-term study on the impact of early learning on brain development. As a research assistant I would go to the kids' homes and periodically assess their progress. Many of our participants lived in neighboring South Central Los Angeles where poverty, violence and drugs were rampant, but given my own experience growing up in similar conditions, that type of environment didn't shock my senses very much.
I arrived at my assigned child's house one day and began my normal routine of introducing myself to the parent and figuring out where in the home was best to do the assessment. I was used to working just about anywhere given that most homes I went to were tiny and cramped and generally didn't have a lot of room to work with, but on this occasion I noticed right off the bat that this was going to be different.
As soon as I walked into the tiny one-bedroom, single-story apartment, I looked around and saw things everywhere -- dirty clothes, dishes, shoes, plastic and paper bags, and what seemed like countless other things -- on just about every surface imaginable. There literally was not a single space to clear off or rearrange and the house smelled like it hadn't been exposed to fresh air in weeks, so I decided to work with the child on the apartment stoop.
The child was about 5 years old -- a young black boy who even despite his living conditions had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. I made my way through my standard questions -- "How often do you read?" "Sometimes, when I'm in school." "How often does your mom read with you?" "Never." "Do you enjoy reading?" "Yes." "How much? On a scale of sad face to happy face, point to the face that shows how much you enjoy reading." He pointed to happy face. So on and so forth. When we got to the end, I told him he did great and began to put away my things. As I was packing, he abruptly pointed to something and said, "Can I have that?" I didn't have anything special so I looked at him confused and asked, "Have what?" "That." He said, still pointing. I looked down again and saw that my happy face assessment sheet was at the top of my stack of papers. I immediately realized he wanted to keep my sheet - my black and white, photo-copied a thousand times over, sheet that had sad to happy faces on it. Then I realized how anxious he seemed that I might say no, so I asked, "Do you have any books at all in there?" "No." "Do you have anything to read at all? A magazine or something?" "No." "Do you have toys? Or anything to play with?" "No." "Do you have anything at all? Like crayons or pens or something?" "No."
And then it struck me: this bright kid, this happy, starry-eyed kid, this kid with all the potential in the world, had nothing. He had a filthy, dirty apartment with no active parenting, no role models around, and I was about to make his week just by giving him my happy face sheet. So I said, "Well of course you can have my sheet!" Then I started to furiously dig around my bag to see what else I could find. I found some neon highlighters he could color with, a few extra happy face sheets, and some red and blue pens.
I gave it all to him. Then I said, "Ok, I have to go now. Have fun coloring your sheets. And remember to read at school every chance you get!" He happily nodded as he walked back into his filthy apartment. I walked to the sidewalk, sat on the curb, and sobbed uncontrollably. I sobbed with despair I hadn't felt, well, ever. I knew as soon as I walked away what was likely in store for that kid -- I knew the odds were against him, just like they were against me. I knew that statistically-speaking, he was likelier to end up in prison or dead than end up attending college. I knew that I had just witnessed the human tragedy that is wasted potential.
And I knew I was powerless to do anything about it. Until I realized that I wasn't.
Until I realized that change is achieved one person at a time, one day at a time, and one vote at a time.
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