I think it’s safe to say that, no matter where you lie on the political spectrum, this week has been crazy.
On the day after the presidential election, a progressive Christian magazine I enjoy put out a call for readers to share their stories. Wednesday was pretty turbulent for me emotionally and putting things into words is usually helps me process things, so I took the time to write about how I felt.
Usually, I keep my head down on social media when it comes to divisive current events. I try to keep away from politics and anything that will cause division, judgement, or criticism. I broke that rule on Facebook a few times this fall in outrage over our now president-elect’s words about women. In the days after the election, though, I found that there was just too much going on inside me and found the words pouring out. If I were to put my piece in a category, I would call it a lament: an outpouring of emotion that captures the pain of a moment in time.
I submitted my piece and, to my surprise, Sojourners published it on their website. Before you read this post any further, please take a moment to read the piece, which can be found here. Continue reading →
Growing up, my parents always stressed the importance of voting. It was so important that, when I turned eighteen, I didn’t care about lottery tickets or any of the other things you now get to do. All I cared about was going to the polls, filling in my ballot, and emerging with the little red “I Voted” sticker.
This time of year, some people cite the Founding Fathers, the Revolutionary War, and go on and on about all the things men have done to win us the rights we have today. But I don’t. As grateful as I am for the all that has been done, I cannot forget that if I had lived on hundred years ago, I would not be able to vote. I’d have no say in the way my country was run, no voice.
When I go vote later today, as I stand in the booth filling out my card, I’m going to think of all the women that fought hard so I could stand there. I’m going to think of Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B. Anthony, Alice Paul, and many, many others who took a stand for women’s suffrage. They endured slander, ridicule, and even imprisonment and torture all in the hope to earn voting rights. Because of these women’s sacrifice, I will go to the polls. I honor what they suffered by practicing my right to vote.
So, dear readers, go out and vote. I know that a single ballot does not feel like much in the sea of constituents, but think of what has been done to give us these rights. Do not dishonor their sacrifice. You have a voice. Go out and use it.