Opposing Affair

Chapter 1: The Debate

Julianna

A nationally televised presidential debate is happening today in Washington DC. Daniels vs Rhodes debate is set to be the most viewed. The capital is filled with an audience of voters, journalists, and political analysts. This debate is crucial for both candidates to outline their policies and appeal to undecided voters. The atmosphere is electrified with anticipation. Stay tuned as we count down the moment where America makes history as two African-American presidential candidates engage in the presidential debate of 2024. Natalie Bash reporting live from Washington D.C., WSDC news.

The moderator introduces the candidates, briefly summarizing our backgrounds and political stances. The audience is a mix of supporters and opposers for both of us, adding to the already intensifying atmosphere. Presidential candidates, Ramello Rhodes and I, Julianna Daniels are standing at our podiums on stage in front of thousands of viewers. Flags are displayed in the background, and bright lights casting a patriotic glow on us. I step up to the mic with a confident smile, my eyes scanning the audience before settling on Ramello. The tall dark handsome man cause a stir in me. This is the second time we meet face to face. We met briefly prior to announcing our candidacy. I read his biography and it seems he was raised conservative, which explains why he seems so uptight. I can feel his eyes on me, although I’m unable to tell what he’s thinking. His tan suit fit him to perfection and the red tie that matches the political party he represents actually compliments him. Not to mention, he is also in his mid-thirties, and fine as hell—although I would not let it distract me from winning this debate or this election.

Despite this, my posture is relaxed yet commanding, a clear indication of how outspoken I can be. My momma always told me to watch what I say and how words have power. I hope the words I use tonight will bring some good power towards me. I’ve been rehearsing each line, going over every question and answer that may pertain to this debate. This has been my dream as a child and now that I am here as the first African American female at thirty-five, it makes me feel a sense of accomplishment. I glance over at Ramello and notice that he maintains a more reserved demeanor, nodding politely to the audience and at me, his gaze intense and focused.

The moderator announces that we may begin and of course, I begin to speak passionately about the need for progressive reform in America while also respecting traditional values, subtly appealing to both the supporters and opposers. Most would say that it's safe, but I have an agenda with this method. The first question that the moderator asks concerns the national policy on healthcare.

“How do you propose to reform our healthcare system while balancing progressive desires and traditional values?"

I smile slightly, "Thank you for this vital question. In our great country, healthcare should be a right, not a privilege. This belief is at the core of my campaign. However, I understand and respect the traditional values that govern our thoughts on personal responsibility and fiscal prudence. We can honor these by integrating innovative, cost-effective measures that do not undermine our economy but ensure that no one is left behind. My plan involves leveraging technology to reduce wasteful spending and expand access, making healthcare affordable for all, including those in rural and underserved communities." The audience listens intently, some nodding in agreement as I speak with a resonant blend of conviction and compassion.

Ramello’s expression, however, remains mysterious. After a thoughtful pause, he addresses the crowd with a calm, assertive tone.

"Healthcare is indeed a cornerstone of how we define our humanity. I firmly believe in upholding our traditions that emphasize self-reliance and the strength of the private sector in fostering innovation and efficiency. Yet, we are faced with modern challenges that require us to adapt and embrace new solutions. My policy will strengthen our existing systems by empowering private sectors to innovate while ensuring the government's role as a regulator and a safety net. This balanced approach guarantees stability, honors our traditional values, and opens the door to necessary reforms." He emphasizes the importance of strong leadership and traditional values, presenting himself as a stable and reliable choice, but also acknowledges the need for innovative solutions to new-age problems. Well played, Rhodes.

Maintaining my professional demeanor, I nod towards Ramello, a slight smile on my face. "Mr. Rhodes makes an important point about balance. It’s clear we both seek a healthcare system that serves every American. The difference lies in how we prioritize the mechanisms to achieve it. I believe in proactive government intervention that not only regulates but also leads with forward-thinking policies. It’s not just about adapting; it’s about leading with courage and vision."

With a respectful glance towards me, he speaks. "And leadership, Ms. Daniels, as you well know, involves making tough choices that sometimes require maintaining what works while cautiously integrating the new. It’s about ensuring stability and continuity for all citizens, ensuring that our solutions are not just temporary fixes but sustainable advancements."

The moderator interjects as the audience murmurs in appreciation of the thoughtful exchange. "Thank you both for your insights. It's clear that while your approaches are different, your goals share common ground in the welfare of the nation."

We took an intermittent break where my team and I went inside a private office the capital had for us. Cassie, my campaign manager brought me a small, bottled water. “So, what do you think of Ramello Rhodes?” She stands there with dark boho braids that ran down to her mid back. Cassie has been my campaign manager for years and during that time, we have become best friends.

“Well, the sexy motherfucka is formidable, certainly. It’s going to be an interesting election.”

“It sure will. Girl, look, you both are tied right now in the polls.” She gives me the iPad which shows that we are both tied at fifty-percent. This couldn’t be happening. I knew that I would have to work twice as hard to fully gain the respect of the American people as an African American and a woman trying to excel in a male dominant election, but to be tied with him, speaks volumes that I am not prepared for.

“Your social media is blowing up and people are raving about the chemistry you two had today.”

“Cassie, there was no chemistry. I was just doing what I love and Ramello, he’s so uptight and always talking about what a man role is in this world. No wonder he’s single. I just want to show him and others that women can be just as dominant and successful.”

I throw the empty bottled water in the garbage as my makeup and hair team touch me up for the second half of the debate. Finally, I am back on stage with Ramello and the moderator. He welcomes everyone back and we begin the second half of the debate.

"Both parties did exceptionally well earlier tonight, but let's shift our focus to the economy. Economic policy is a cornerstone of any administration. How do you propose to address the current challenges our economy faces?"

“Our economy, as vibrant as it is, requires innovation to continue growing. We cannot rely solely on old models in a world that is rapidly changing. My proposal includes investing in green technology and renewable energy, which not only creates jobs but also addresses the urgent issue of climate change. Let me share a story. Last month, I met Sarah, a single mother from Cleveland, who lost her job due to factory shutdowns. Sarah is now training in a solar panel manufacturing company. Our policies need to support people like Sarah, ensuring they don't just survive but thrive." The audience listens, moved by the personal touch I add to my policy outline.

Ramello Rhodes was calm and composed as he counters with his ideas. "While I appreciate Ms. Daniels' focus on innovation, we must not lose sight of the foundations that sustain long-term growth. My approach is to strengthen these foundations—reducing excessive regulation, supporting small businesses, and fostering a competitive tax environment. Studies from the Economic Policy Institute highlight that stable economic policies can lead to an average GDP growth rate increase of 2.5% annually. We must build on what has proven effective, ensuring our economy remains robust and ready to support future innovations."

I must admit that I respect his approach and acknowledge the strength of Ramello's arguments.

With a warm smile, I respond "Mr. Rhodes, I respect your commitment to stability, but stability without adaptability is stagnation. We need policies that not only support businesses but also the workforce that drives them. Integrating innovative strategies doesn’t mean abandoning what works—it means enhancing it so that everyone, from the small business owner to workers like Sarah, can benefit. It's not just about growth in numbers but growth in quality of life."

Reflectively, he counters again. "Ms. Daniels makes a compelling point about adaptability. Indeed, a blend of both our approaches might be what our economy truly needs. Ensuring stability while adopting necessary innovations could very well be the balanced approach that will propel our economy forward without leaving anyone behind."

The moderator concludes the debate, and we leave with our respective party. Cassie wants us to celebrate, and I want nothing more than my bed. Being a female politician means that I cannot be seen at a place that would cause for a scandal and after what happened in college, I‘ve been very careful

of how I spend my personal time. I shake my head at the painful memory. I am not that girl anymore. s**t, I haven’t even been on a date since—never mind. I am anticipating getting home to see my daughter, Selah. For the last four years, it's been only us. Her father, my ex-husband, Darnell, passed away from a motorcycle accident. I used to love riding his bike with him, but since he died, I haven’t even looked at it. The moment I walk in the door, Selah smiles at me as she sits on the couch with a blanket draped over her lap. The cozy living room, softly lit cast a warm glow that shifted my demeanor from the composed candidate to a tender and more relaxed mother. The nanny informs me that she wanted to stay up and watch my debate. I smile warmly as I slip off my coat and moves to sit beside Selah. "Hey, sweetie. You stayed up late for me?"

She nods enthusiastically, her voice a mix of excitement and sleepiness. "I wanted to see you on TV! You looked so pretty and smart. How do you think you did?"

I hug Selah gently, my eyes seeking my daughter's opinion as I answer her. "I think it went well, but I always learn something new from these debates. What about you? What did you think?"

Thinking it over, she tilts her head, a serious frown on her face. "You talked nicely about the health insurance and the economy." I think you did great! But mommy..."

"Yes, honey?"

"Is Mr. Rhodes nice? Because when you talked, he looked at you like princes look at their princesses."

Whoa, where did this come from? She catches me off guard, which causes me to chuckle softly, masking my surprise with a playful nudge. "Oh, is that so? And what makes you think that?" Ramello and I did not know each other prior to politics, and we officially met during our run for Senator. He’s a southern man all the way from Atlanta while I was born and raised in the D, Detroit, not Dallas. I can admit that I find him extremely attractive, but I constantly remind myself that as long as we both are running for president, he’s forbidden, but it didn’t mean that I couldn’t look every now and then or imagine him...shit, focus back on the topic at hand— Selah’s interrogation.

She shrugs, "He smiles a lot when you talk, even when you don’t agree. It’s like he’s happy just listening to you. It’s nice. Do you like him too?" I notice the way he looks at me as well, but I never address it.

Taking a moment, then choosing my words carefully, I answer, "Mr. Rhodes and I have a lot of respect for each other, honey. It’s important to listen and be kind, even if we don’t always agree. That’s what makes a good debate, right?"

Selah nods with satisfaction. "I guess so. I like it when people are nice to each other. Makes me think everything’s going to be okay."

My smart baby girl. I kiss Selah’s forehead, grateful for her innocence and her wisdom. "That’s a very smart way to look at things, Selah. Now, how about we get you to bed? It's way past your bedtime, young lady." She yawns and snuggles closer to me as we rise from the couch. "Mommy, can you tuck me in and tell me about your day? Like a behind-the-scenes story!"

I laugh softly as we walk towards Selah’s room. "Of course, my little director. Let’s get you tucked in, and I’ll tell you all about the behind-the-scenes of a debate night."