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The Locked Door with No Key: Why Ohio’s SB 153 Threatens Our Voting Rights

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The Locked Door with No Key: Why Ohio’s SB 153 Threatens Our Voting Rights Imagine being told you must enter a building to access your rights—to speak, to be counted, to shape the laws that govern your life. The door is locked, and you're told you need a key. But no one will tell you what kind of key you need. Some folks bring house keys. Others arrive with driver’s licenses, birth certificates, even passports. They jiggle them in the lock—nothing works. They aren’t denied because they’re unqualified. They’re denied because the rules changed without explanation. This is the danger behind Ohio’s Senate Bill 153 (SB 153)—a bill that hasn’t passed yet , but is already knocking on our community’s door. What Is SB 153? SB 153 is a proposed law—not yet passed —currently being considered by Ohio’s state legislature. It would require all voters to prove their citizenship before casting a ballot. That may sound fair on the surface—but the bill doesn’t define what “proof of citizenship” ac...

Baba- Chapter 9 part 1



Chapter 9

“Jay, wake up!!!”
Simba was shaking me. I must have fell asleep reading. I looked outside and the sun must have just rose.
“The council is waiting for you. Clean yourself up and report downstairs.” He stood up and walked out of the door. I got up, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I made up my bed and reported downstairs as I was ordered.
Sitting around the table were four more people I had never seen before. Simba and Kwesi were also sitting at the table with them. There was a chair sitting in front of the table and I assumed it was for me.
“Jay, I want to introduce you to the council that will take you through your vision quest.” After saying that Simba stood up and began pointing to the people sitting at the table.  
“This is Sister Auset from Milwaukee. She is a Grand Master….from the House of Chete.” She was  a very dark and beautiful woman looking as if she wasn’t a day over forty. Her locks caught my attention; they were beautiful and long with a touch of gray.
“This is Brother Carl from Cincinnati. He is a Master from the House of MChugangi.” This was a light skinned brother. He greeted me with a smile. He reminded me of Simba the first time I met him. He was wearing a cuffe’ much like the one Simba wears.
“This is Sister Kay, she is Master from your house.” He paused and shouted out the House Call.
“Gye-Nyame!!!!”
I responded with “Fear None!!!”
“This is Brother Shekem from Atlanta. He is also Master from Gye-Nyame!” This was a dark skinned brother with long gray locks. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place where I seen him before.  “You already know Kwesi and myself.”
He took a seat and gestured to me that I could also take mine as well. I felt as if I was in the hot seat because all of them were staring at me. I could feel the power in the room Master Shekem broke the silence.
“Son, are you ready for your ordeal?”
“Yes sir, whatever it may be.”
“That’s good.” He paused for a second, and looked at me closely. “It is good to meet a focused young man. When I was your age I was buck wild.”
Simba looked down the table at him. “You still buck wild.”
Everyone busted out laughing. Kwesi stood up and the seriousness came back to the room.
“Your task is to go on your spirit quest. We have brought these people here to protect you while you go through. You will fast for five days. Your journey will start with the sweat lodge and end with the sweat lodge. Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes Sir.”

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