I drove to the ballot boxes yesterday to cast my early vote. My mother beside me. Her for Trump, me reciting out loud the words “Madame President.” The car ride lasted about ten minutes, with each of us making our last arguments. Neither did it to try to change the mind of the other, we’ve both come too far for that. Rather, I suppose, just to get under the other’s skin a bit. A little heckling before the big game.
I know that’s the reason I ran my mouth, because ever since I was a little girl, nothing amused me more than to aggravate my mother enough to get her to drop the F-bomb. And she did.
Flashback four years ago. My mother and I were having a very different kind of car ride. We were driving to one of my niece’s softball games. The election between President Obama and Mitt Romney was fast approaching. My mother is mostly conservative. She had spent most of that campaign talking up Romney and regurgitating every email and posts her like-minded Republican friends shared on Facebook.
If you recall, it was that election when the president came out in support of gay marriage. I’m gay. My mother knows this.
So four years ago, I was driving with my mother when she turned to me and said, “I want you to have equal rights. I want the law to protect you as much as it protects me. So, for you, I’m voting for Obama…but don’t tell anyone.”
And with that I almost drove the car into someone’s front lawn.
It was wonderful to have had my mother’s support. I know I still do today, just not in her vote because this is a different election.
I can’t say for sure that if Trump’s campaign promised to not only take away all gay rights, but to chop off the feet of every gay person in the process, just because, would be enough for my mother to select the X beside Hillary Clinton’s name.
“Rights are over-rated,” she’d say. “And they do such wonders with prosthetics these days. You’ll be fine.”
Not to mention that the Vice President candidate on Trump’s ticket, Mike Pence, signed a bill last year as Governor of Indiana that would have allowed businesses to refuse service to gay people based on “religious” convictions.
“It’s a nice day out,” my mother would say. “It won’t hurt you to eat in the car.”
Yep. This election is way different.
It’s uglier. And talks of election day violence should Hillary win (which seems likely) brings out the worst of this country.
The world is watching.
Vote this election. But vote in peace.
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