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I promise, you're at the correct website. I thought I would use a couple of photographs to motivate me through this process. This summer I went to a few of his rallies. This particular rally was in Lynden, Washington. What I remember most about the rally was a beautiful scene of protestors outside. All ages, colors and backgrounds, and all speaking out against everything Trump stands for. There are so many names you can refer to him as, but let's just call him the Orange Man. 

The Orange Man came out and his supporters jumped for joy. It was a scene of a newly formed cult. I kept looking around to count all the minorities in the entire place. Not including the TSA, police and security it took the numbers down to eight, to include me. 

I was standing next to this older white man. He was probably at least 65 years old. We started up a conversation because we were both in the military. We are both veterans. I thought this guy seemed sort of normal. I had my little obama doll in my pocket. I was a little hesitant to pull him out. Especially with these nuts shouting "Send him back to Kenya," and "Lock her Up." I had my camera in my hand when I was just about ready to take photos. The Star-Spangled Banner was playing. I was thinking of taking pictures as people had their hand over their heart. Do you know this guy that I thought was sort of normal says to me, "I noticed you didn't have your hand on your heart," when the song ended. My friends, that was the theme of the day. 

I am telling you this little story amongst a long list of stories. Everything about that day felt wrong. I felt like I went into the sewer. There was no Stevie Wonder music, no U2, nothing. There was no diversity or people in tears or the look of passionate people who were happy. All I saw and listened to was hate. 

While I'm working on fixing my breast cancer I'm going to continue working on my coffee table book. A photography book with all the pictures I took of Senator Barack Obama, his passionate supporters and funny events along the way. I was not a part of any group. I don't claim to be a professional photographer, but I just happen to be in the right place. 

I went to so many rallies that even President Obama said to me, "Didn't I just see you yesterday?" I wanted to ask him for a ride to the next rally since we were both going the same direction. 

I don't know what the next four years holds for any of us. From my dad's death in 2015, my shoulder surgery in 2016 and now breast cancer: Life Happens. I know that as I'm heading down this road,  I'm going to do whatever I can to fix my breast cancer. Without a doubt I can say that Life Is Short and I have to continue to move forward. Working on my wellness and boosting my immune system is my number one agenda in my life right now. 

Please check back soon and in the meantime please share my site with other passionate supporters who were on the right side of history.

Teri Lee McClain