My grandmother was born in 1903 (the year the Wright brothers got one of those aeroplane contraptions off the ground for the first time) and died in 1995.  The only time she ever voted for a Democrat was in, get this, 1980 for Jimmy Carter; because he waved at her from his motorcade as he passed by our house - she felt a connection.  Aside from that one instance, she clung to her grandfather's advice that it was the Republicans who fought for the common man -- despite my teenage insistence that the tables had turned.

The closest she probably ever came to getting to know a black man was the one time I brought my 32 year-old, graduate student housemate back to my parents' home in the early ninety's.  She said, "He's a nice black boy."

I was feeling creative.  Here are some word clouds of the debate after the fold...