I would like to tell a story about my grandfather because it is a story that shaped how I look at voting and what democracy means in our country. My grandfather grew up in Macon, Georgia, during a time when people who looked like him were denied the right to vote. He spent most of his life watching decisions get made for him instead of by him. When he finally got the opportunity to vote, he never missed an election. One day I saw him leave the h…
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