If you’ve been friends with me for a few years, you know that every election year I post a blog about why you should vote. I talk about a woman in Thailand that told me how lucky I was because my government actually has to follow the constitution. I talk about Mugabe’s brutality and the struggle in Burma for democracy. Normally it’s my attempt to get out the vote and inspire some civic duty. I never say who to vote for. I get to use the same blog each year because my arguments are always relevant and I never felt the NEED to say who you should vote for. I believed in the principle of the vote so much that I kept my politics out of it and focused on the duty and the right.
But this year is different. I don’t have to inspire civic
duty or remind people to vote. Because the public is more aware of this
campaign and the importance of voting than I have ever seen. I DO feel the need
to promote a side this year. A lot of people feel that way too, with the result
that people are *sick to death* of being yelled at to vote and who to vote for!
So what do I write about? What do I post? How do I elevate the
dialogue and appeal to those highest of democratic principles that I hold so dear?
Principles written into law by deeply flawed men that I love and revere?
I don’t have an easy answer, but I know there is one group
of people that holds all the power in this election so I’m going to talk to
you: my millennials, my Bernie bros, my peers, my countrywomen. All the polls
have Hillary winning tomorrow. Many of my friends are sighing sighs of relief.
But I can’t. I can’t because I REMEMBER this year. I remember all my friends
that said they could never vote for Clinton. I remember all my friends who said
they would write in Bernie, or vote for Stein or just say home. And I remember
2 hours ago when I went head to head with a friend of mine who voted for Trump.
I have never once seen a post for Stein on my feed in the
last 4 months. Not once. Instead my feed is filled all day every day with
Johson and McMullin. My liberal friends are shocked when I tell them this. They
are shocked when I say that my older sister loves Reagan, that my environmental
activist little sister is voting for Johnson and that my childhood friend that
was born days before me protests in front of planned parenthood. They can’t
believe that there are people our age that are that conservative. They can’t
believe I *actually* know Trump supporters. I think to them, Trump supporters
are like unicorns. Or maybe a boogieman used to scare us into being good. And
that concerns me. Because they are not unicorns or boogiemen. Trump supporters
and conservatives are a real force in this country and it’s not something we
can just wish away. If you struggle with Hillary, if you still mourn the
Sanders loss, if you look at the polls and think “Maybe I CAN get away with a
protest vote…” then I am here to tell you that you can’t. There is a whole
other half of this country that are not like you or me. They’re mad as hell and
they’re not taking it anymore! And their anger has made them powerful.
I don’t have to tell you what a disaster Trump would be. You
know this. But if all of us stay home, if all of us decide to vote our
conscience, then that disaster will happen. Please don’t take that chance.
Please don’t gamble with the very democracy that we love so much.
The rest of society likes to shit on us, saying we’re
entitled, lazy, unrealistic, idealists to a fault. Maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t.
Maybe we are coming of age in a very difficult time, where rules are changing,
power is shifting, and terrible consequences of long-ago choices are painfully
felt. Maybe we look at these challenges and meet it with irrational,
overwhelming hope that we CAN make things better. Maybe we’ve learned not to
trust the old way of doing things and instead forge a brave new path, like the
great generations before us. People like Bernie and Elizabeth Warren inspire us
to run down that path. As well they should.
But we all know that we can’t run for ever and we can’t run
for always. Breaking path is hard, often soul-crushing work. (If you don’t
believe me, try hacking your way through a tropical rainforest… it SUCKS). Does
that mean we give up? NO. But it does mean we grow up. It’s time we take
control. It’s time we come to the table. Our ideals profit us nothing sitting
around the drum circle, or philosophizing over a cup of coffee, or meditating
on a yoga mat. And they really don’t help us when we’re working three part-time
jobs while looking for anything full time that is even remotely related to our
degree. If we really care about changing this world, we have to SHOW. UP. It’s
our time to take control.
We’re not 18 years old anymore. We are 30, underpaid,
saddled with debt and smart as fuck. Let’s put our ideals to work. Let’s elect
the first woman president in US history. Let’s annoy the hell out of that woman
every day of her four years to make sure she is speaking for us. Because it’s
on us now. We can’t spend the rest of our youth blaming the establishment or
baby-boomers or bible-thumping Christian fundamentalists. Why? Because we out
number them. This society, this country, this democracy is ours for the taking.
All we have to do… is vote.
So, are you with me?
Good. Cuz I’m with her.