Mr. President, America is speaking.
Bear with me today, friends, this may be a bit of a ramble as I gather my thoughts.
Four years ago I woke up in tears. I walked into my 18-month-old son’s room and apologized to him. I listened to Christmas music on my way into work and cried as I noticed that my neighbors had already pulled down their Hillary Clinton yard signs. I cried at my desk. A co-worker took me to lunch and to get ice cream.
Then I got angry. I marched. I volunteered. I canvassed. I donated. I spoke up.
This year, I’m numb but angry. I’m in shock but not surprised.
America is a racist nation. America is filled with single issue voters that have decided their one issue matters more than the rights of their fellow citizens. They’ve decided that they’re okay with racism, homophobia, xenophobia, bigotry, and sexism as long as their white “Evangelical” issues are protected.
Look, I know votes are still being counted. I know this fight isn’t over.
But the tired old man that they elected king is going to do everything he can to destroy our democracy. He’s been slowly picking it apart for four years, and if he wins, I fear for the future my children will face.
Every vote must be counted. Every fucking vote matters. We cannot and will not let voter suppression re-elect the tyrant. I will not lose my country. I will not standby as my country gives into the dark side.
This race is close—too fucking close.
We will not go down without a fight.