3 weeks ago I found this house online.
I said “this is my house”.
I called the seller and was told it was a cash only offer and that “I’m sure that takes you off the table”.
Don’t you ever underestimate a hard working black man. I saw the house last week and when I walked in I knew I was home.
The house was built in 1820 for the Russell family who owned the cotton mill in town. Slavery was still legal. When the agent asked me why I wanted such a large house I said it was “a generational move”.
I know this house is bigger than me. I wish I could’ve told my ancestors when they were breaking their back in 1820 to build this house that 200 years later a free gay black man was going to own it and fill it with love and find a way to say their name even when 200 years later they still thought I would be “off the table”.
We are building our own tables.
I’ve never been prouder to be a black man.
Come to my White House any time. I can’t wait to have you! Glory to God in the highest.
I’m a homeowner.