The first Presidential election I remember with Ford v. Carter. In my 8-year-old mind, this was a no-brainer. On the one hand, there was Gerald Ford, the President of the United States. I loved the guy, for reasons that aren’t clear to me 40 years later, and I thought he was doing a fine job.
On the other hand, there was Jimmy Carter, a peanut farmer from Georgia. Was this a joke? What on earth would make anyone think a peanut farmer should be President?
I remember being furious when Carter defeated Ford.
I see some parallels in this election. One the hand, there was Hillary Clinton, former FLOTUS, Senator, and Secretary of State, the most qualified yet most maligned, investigated and targeted for libel and slander candidate in the race, and arguably in history.
One the other hand, there was Donald Trump, a (predominantly failed) businessman, misogynist, xenophobe, and racist, the target of ongoing fraud investigations and the bringer of thousands of lawsuits. The least qualified candidate in the race, and arguably in history. He is everything our nation should stand against. What on earth would make anyone think this man should be President?
This time, I’m not furious. Last night as results rolled in, so did my anguish, and later, despondency.
Last night, evil won.
And love lost.
But this is not the end. No, in fact, it is a new beginning. This battle may be over, but the war against oppression, the war for inclusion for everyone at the table of the American dream, that war wages on.
It is time, my friends, to roll up our sleeves and really get to work.
This work will be hard.
This work will be discouraging at times.
This work will be thankless at times.
But we cannot afford to assume someone else is going to do it. We cannot afford to think that love will magically prevail. We cannot afford to allow fear to deter us.
Last night, I was terrified and hopeless and, frankly, suicidal.
This morning, I am strapping on my armor, lacing up my shit kicker boots, and mustering all the forgiveness and love and faith I can manage.
This morning, I am ready to fight for all that is America. This morning, I am ready to fight for love.
Join me. Because we are still stronger together.
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