When I was a child, I saw voter suppression firsthand. And it’s ugly.
I was just a little girl and I wanted a new pair of shoes. You can’t get new shoes now, my mother told me, because she had to save the money to pay her poll tax.
That’s how important the right to vote was to my mother—she knew it was a sacred right that people had fought and died for and she was not about to treat it as anything less.