Anybody who knows me knows I didn’t have much feeling for Hillary Clinton. She is everything I want my Democratic Party to steer away from. Hard. I don’t need a Party that worships the establishment; I want one that’s fresh, forward, inspiring, progressive. All the things she wasn’t, to me. And accountable & honest; Hillary will always be under an ethics cloud.
But I voted for her November 8, 2016. Because I’m not crazy. I don’t have to be enthusiastic in a general when the alternative is a goddamn house fire, when the alternative is a quick ride to fascism. That’s why Tuesday morning at 6am, in my family’s sacred walk to the polls (VBM doesn’t give me that thrill), I will be voting for Bob Menendez. Even though, all those things about Hillary are Bob, too – the good, and bad. I’m not crazy. Only one of two people can win, and a protest vote right now builds nothing, only helps Hugin help Trump. And fuck that noise.
One other thing – about Hillary. In my life, I am surrounded by sisters for whom Hillary was everything. She carried them almost all the way up, their hearts in her matching pantsuit pocket. And since then, since that heartbreak, I’ve seen so many of them hurl their labors into change, flex muscles they didn’t know they had, work miracles. I just want to say that I see you, and I’m so damn proud. This is for you; SNL’s cold open 4 days after Trump won. I can’t watch it without crying. And I’ll never watch it again without thinking of you. Get all the way to the end of this; that’s my wish for you, on GOTV weekend.