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I finally teared up...
Nov. 8th, 2016 09:51 amI voted a week ago. By mail. Voting is easy here in California.
What made me start to cry? A blasted Hillary commercial. A very positive one at that. Showing reasons why people are voting.
For the future.
For their children.
For the environment.
For the planet.
For equality, even more crucially-
Against hate.
I got misty; a single tear rolled down my cheek, as Katy Perry's Roar played & the images scrolled.
With all the anger and vitriol of the campaign season, of the last year and a half, the momentousness of electing a woman to lead this nation hasn't truly registered until now. This is a turning point in history.
This really is an election about possibilities, of what could be. As I look into the faces of my greatnieces,
Addison & Mackenzie, the knowledge that they can aspire to anything their talents will lead them to makes my heart just a big lighter.
As a child of an immigrant family, people who came here fleeing persecution because of who and what they were, this realm of possibilities renews my hope. The optics of the growing diversity of those is positions of power must not be underestimated in the message it gives the next generation.
Martin Luther King spoke of a day when his children would not be judged by the color of their skin, but the contents of their character. While we're far from a post racial America, tonight I pray we'll be one step further, handing the reigns of power from the first African-American to hold them, peacefully, to the first woman to do the same. I cast my eyes on the Supreme Court, and I see 4 justices that are Jews, 3 that are women, 1 that's Latina & I know there is a place in this country for me. I see an open lesbian serving in the Senate, and I know there is a place in this country for me.
And when the country unites in telling Donald Trump no, I will breathe a bit easier, reassured in the knowledge there is a place in this country for me.
What made me start to cry? A blasted Hillary commercial. A very positive one at that. Showing reasons why people are voting.
For the future.
For their children.
For the environment.
For the planet.
For equality, even more crucially-
Against hate.
I got misty; a single tear rolled down my cheek, as Katy Perry's Roar played & the images scrolled.
With all the anger and vitriol of the campaign season, of the last year and a half, the momentousness of electing a woman to lead this nation hasn't truly registered until now. This is a turning point in history.
This really is an election about possibilities, of what could be. As I look into the faces of my greatnieces,
Addison & Mackenzie, the knowledge that they can aspire to anything their talents will lead them to makes my heart just a big lighter.
As a child of an immigrant family, people who came here fleeing persecution because of who and what they were, this realm of possibilities renews my hope. The optics of the growing diversity of those is positions of power must not be underestimated in the message it gives the next generation.
Martin Luther King spoke of a day when his children would not be judged by the color of their skin, but the contents of their character. While we're far from a post racial America, tonight I pray we'll be one step further, handing the reigns of power from the first African-American to hold them, peacefully, to the first woman to do the same. I cast my eyes on the Supreme Court, and I see 4 justices that are Jews, 3 that are women, 1 that's Latina & I know there is a place in this country for me. I see an open lesbian serving in the Senate, and I know there is a place in this country for me.
And when the country unites in telling Donald Trump no, I will breathe a bit easier, reassured in the knowledge there is a place in this country for me.
