Since the election, I have been in mourning. Complete pain. I am having a hard time understanding how so many people in the country could vote for a con man. I don’t believe that everyone who voted for Trump is a racist but I do believe we were conned. And eventually it will all be brought to light just how much millions of voters were duped.
My bubble was completely burst. I must have been living in some terrible bubble of liberal happiness thinking that only radicals were racists and that pretty much everyone else had no issue with blacks, immigrants, women, and Muslims. But I have quickly learned that there is a whole lot more hate out there then I thought possible. And it shocks me. It saddens me. It makes me mad.
I have lost friends over this election. I have wanted to lose some friends over the election. But I am hanging on. I am desperately trying to go high when they go low. But it is hard. My Republican friends want me to get over it but I won’t. I can’t let it go. I will not be getting over it already. I am choosing to do something about it rather then sit by and complain about it.
Now I am not all talk and no action. I have decided that if I want something to be changed I have to be that change. My party, the Democratic party lost people who were our bedrock, and we have to figure out why and how to get them back. We should be the party of the working man. The very people that voted for Trump in droves should have been with us. So I want to find out why and bring them back to the party of tolerance, equality, opportunity, and inclusion. And the way to do that is to be a candidate for office. So I am doing just that.
I have been accepted to a program that will over the course of the next six months train me to be ready for an elected office. I will be starting locally but eventually I want to run for Congress. I want to be a Congresswoman from the state of Arizona. It won’t be easy. It won’t happen overnight but if I want it to happen it will. Because I think about all the things that my parents taught me. What my teachers back at Brookline High taught me. That the action of every day citizens can change the world. And I want to change the world.
I am not going to let go. In fact, I am just starting to fight.
Note: Since this post went up I have been told that I voted for a baby killing, soldier killing, money grupping from foreign countries evil woman. To which I repy, why yes, yes I did. And I would do it again.