It was after this rally of sorts in a hall in my brain’s dream time version of the East Village. Barack was shaking peoples’ hands andonce the crowd started to dissipate, I decided to go up to him with my Mother. My Mother who was at the rally, but incidentally a republican spoke to him first saying “Aren’t you that homophobic, clueless racist?” I looked at her horrified and pushed her out of the way, nervously laughing, hoping that would be enough of an indicator that I didn’t agree. “She’s …