When I first considered voting for him, I thought “but will he make the right-wing squirm? Yes”. A brother in the White House? Oh yeah there was a definite squirm factor, maybe even more than another Clinton in the White House squirm factor. Then I thought, “oh shit, soul food on the White House menu, Motown playing throughout the ‘House’, picks in the bathroom and lotion everywhere. If I was thinking this, so was Dick Cheney, but whereas as I was giddy, he was throwing up and getting closer to that pumper giving up. Not that I wanted that, that would be too easy.
Villa’s short-story book, “I Voted For Him Because He’s Black”, spells out how it wasn’t a “brother” whose school system kicked him out for speaking, looking and acting Mexican, it wasn’t a “brother” whose police force provoked negative reactions and it wasn’t soul-food restaraunts that had signs that said “no dogs, no Mexicans.” It was in fact Mexicans, before there was an official Texas, that fought a War because Texans were using “brothers” as slaves. Yet there has been bad blood at times between the races.