I wasn’t going to write about the outcome of the election. But then after all the stuff on Facebook and the news channels afterwards, this girl couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
A sampling of what was all over the interwebs on election night-
Yes, there was celebration. There were tears. There was jubilation for the re-election of President Obama. There was disappointment, frustration, dismay.
But really? The end of the world? It is clear how polarized our country is. Folks still think we are being ruled by some communist Muslim who was born in Kenya. Thanks Donald Trump for beating that dead horse.
People commenting on how stupid half the country is. People saying Romney can fuck off now.
Have we forgotten that America isn’t about how Republican you are? Or how God-fearing you are. It isn’t about Ohio, or the Latino vote. It’s about everyone getting to say their mind. Sure the electoral college is weird and confusing. It feels useless sometimes. BUT, I like knowing that I contributed in the popular vote. That I had an input in my local elections. Those can be decided sometimes by just a few thousand votes.
People died for our right to vote. Women were tortured and starved for my right to vote. Black people died to vote. They were beaten on their way to polls. White people were beaten for helping them.
We are better than that now. But don’t slay each other electronically. We do not need to degrade each other over Facebook or Twitter.
I am not a lesser person because of who I voted for. I’m not stupid for liking one candidate over another.
I’m tired of feeling uneasy to express how I feel, to wonder what scrutiny or hailstorm of comments will ensue after I’ve expressed my opinion. Usually by folks taking something out of context, something personally that was meant as a generalization or as an experience I had.
Don’t you think that someone’s opinions were formed by their struggles, by their burdens? Do you know their story? Maybe it’s more similar to your own than you think.
Why be so quick to judge?
Politics is tiresome. It can be frustrating. But in the end, it is a process that got us here. Elections matter.
I believe that we are going to be okay. I do have hope. I do see change. It’s slow. It takes time.
Romney said he believes in America. And I do too. I believe in it whether I’m a Democrat or a Republican.
I know that a party affiliation doesn’t prove your belief in America or God, more or less than anything else.
Let’s shake hands and get to work.
That’s just my hippy dippy optimism for now. I hope you can join me. Kum ba ya.