Walking a mile in their shoes
By DENA-KAY MARTIN | Feb. 7, 2005While the walls of my mother's living room are decorated with framed pictures of her children and grandchildren in different stages of childhood and adulthood, the smiling faces of Bill and Hillary Clinton occupy the prime wall space - the area just above her elaborate window dressing.No matter how adorable her most recent grandchild is, or how many awards and honors my siblings and I win, or how many elections or Monica Lewinskys in soiled blue dresses come and go, the photo of the Clintons hangs high on our wall like a shining star on a Christmas tree.I'm not quite sure when or why my mother fell so deeply in love with the Clintons, but I remember hearing her curse the name of all that is Republican very early in my life in the United States.As a black, immigrant woman working menial jobs to support the youngest of her nine children, she believed she had much reason to be leery of the conservative faction.











