Today I am sad, I am scared for America; my home, my family, my future. I am not sad necessarily because Trump won, I have looked deep down into my soul and really believe I would have been just as sad even if the other party had taken the victory.
I am sad because this election has brought out the absolute worst in our people. One nominee opened the floodgates of hate, showing many people’s true colors in regards to anyone who is or thinks different than them be it their race, religion, economic standing, sexual orientation, or even their gender. I have seen so much hate, so much animosity spewed over social media this past year and it has made me look at many people I love and hold dear with a new set of eyes.
Does every person who voted for him see with this set of eyes, believe and condone this level of hate? No, I do not think so. Some of the people I love the most voted for him, and I have searched in my heart to see if I can imagine them being filled with this level of darkness. I can’t. But I fear they are the minority in his followers, and the majority is what my nightmares are made of.
The other half saddens me too. The ones who do not care that it is not her voice that they will be standing with, instead it will be ‘big money’; the lobbyists, the corporations, the foreign entities that scare me shitless that will be running this country. Their money paid for her campaign, and their money would pay for the policies she would fight to put in place.
And I’m not just sad, I am angry. I am angry at both sides. There are over 300 million people in this country, and these are the two that we decided to choose between. I am mad that no matter how often it has been proven that a two party system is absolutely ridiculous and even harmful to our nation that we insist on keeping it. I am mad that because I chose to deviate away from that line of thinking I am told that my vote must have been a protest vote, and that I somehow harmed my country by doing so.
Here’s the thing, I don’t vote for the people. I vote for the policies they are going to put in place. I vote for what I feel our country needs, and what I feel would be best for me and my family.
That means no to big money.
That means yes to universal healthcare.
That means yes to equal rights and equal freedoms no matter your race, religion, sexual orientation, or gender identity.
That means yes to a plant that is saving my babies life and could very well save countless others.
Did the candidate I chose tick off all of those boxes? No, but that candidate checked off all but one. Is the perfect candidate for me out there? He was, but unfortunately he asked me not to vote for him and I could not in good conscience vote for who he asked me to.
So here I am: scared, angry, sad. And the one thing I am doing is praying lots of prayers, for the next for years and what they will do to the future of the land that I love. We are an America founded on immigration, founded on freedom, founded by refugees: the tired, the poor, the huddled masses. And I hope we never forget it.