From July 31, 2019...
I'd been a Republican for 42 years. Forty-two years. Some of y'all haven't even been alive that long! And recently I was so happy to join a local club with the goal of getting more actively involved in time for the convention in Houston next June, supporting my friend Col. Allen West for State Party Chair and on to 2020.
I had to text the Colonel and we had a great exchange. I so admire that man. He talks plenty sh** but is the real deal. Extremely intelligent, a true patriot and a good man.
But God knows, I can't. I just can't do party politics anymore because both sides are sorely lacking in the core values I hold most dear... true leadership, statesmanship, integrity, and courage.
Neither party is concerned about the welfare and well-being of the citizenry. I love my Republican friends just not my Republican Party anymore. It used to stand for something. Under this President whom I voted for, I no longer recognize it.
I realize I will lose some people. But I'm good with it. Because those who know me well know that I am without pretense. What you see with me is what you get. I'm the same on Friday as I am on Monday and I'm the same in the dark as I am in the light.
I have the gift of good-bye; meaning, I don't have that thing inside that causes me to grieve when friends leave or when people walk away. Given my life, God knew I would need that gift. I just wish people well, and genuinely mean it.
But just as I had to finally cut up my NRA Membership Card, I have to finally cut ties with my party. It saddens me to no end. And I'm grieving because it has been such a big part of my life and so many good people who helped me along the way. I hope they stay my friend but if they don't I wish them well.
It's like when you have been in a marriage for so long and you know it's over, but you go back one last time hoping against hope that it can be saved. You soon realize, however, that the flame is no more and it is really, truly over.
You turn around, walk out the door, glance back, and stand for a moment reflecting on happier days. Pausing to relish past hard-won victories, hearing the echo of laughter and remembering the sights, sounds, and giddiness when we won, and the somber but determined moods when we didn't. Those really were the days. You marvel for a moment, thank God for the memories and then it's time to move on.
You glance back one last time thinking of all the people of days long past and together how we did some mighty good work. And then, it's time to walk away and no looking back. I have great Democratic friends, am married to a Democrat - but I doubt if I will ever become one.
It was especially tough for me as a teen and young adult being black and Republican because being a black, conservative Republican in Texas in college during the late 70's and early 80's was unimaginable. I loved my afro and disco but I also loved my Republican Party.
I just had to see if the flame was still there. It wasn't. I'm sad. But it's time to not turn the page, but close the book. God had to let me get it all out of my system for the work He has for me to do for the Kingdom. And everything I learned over those 42 years about people and politics, having even served in elective office; and, everything I've learned about God at Dallas Seminary.. and still learning... all have prepared me well for the next leg of the journey.
See y'all down the road.