And yet, here I go.
I really don’t want to talk about politics here, on this
blog that is supposed to be devoted to topics like theology and philosophy,
sacraments and spiritual disciplines, the ways in which the liturgical calendar
and readings are impacting my life, and practical ministry issues.
I really don’t want to talk about politics, this year,
because the entire election cycle has felt more like a bad reality TV show than
a serious push for leadership. I have
been critical of everyone involved, it has cost me friends, and I’m not sure it
was worth it, because it’s not like I have the solution.
But there are a
couple of things I want to say.
I’d like to begin by admitting that I have an eclectic
voting record. I’m pretty sure I came by
this honestly. I will never forget the
1992 election when several of my “toe-the-party-line” Republican family members
went to the polls and voted for Ross Perot.
I was thirteen years old. In the
years that followed, I often heard them talk about how they had wasted their
votes and would never again vote for a third party. Over the course of this election season, I have
heard many people claim, once again, that a vote for a third party is a “wasted”
vote. I would venture to say that it is
not.
I feel rather strongly about voting. I cannot imagine choosing not to cast a vote, because it is a privilege
for which countless people around the globe would give their lives. But I do, indeed, understand the dilemma of
many Americans in the current context.
It’s not much of a secret that I was going to cast my vote
for Bernie. Cue gasps from my Republican
family. It’s not that I’m a socialist
(and… well… neither is he), but I do think there is much value in sharing what
we have for the greater good of… everyone.
I know a lot of people who use the line, “vote your conscience.” I think it’s a good line, although I surely
don’t mean the same things as the majority of people who use it. Voting my conscience means choosing the
candidate who will do the most redemptive work for the greatest number of
people. From my perspective, Bernie was
that guy.
I don’t claim to know everything about the nomination
process or super delegates or much of anything related to the internal workings
of politics, but I feel as if the Democratic Party made a poor choice. I’m as much a feminist as anybody else (OK,
more… I’m more…). I would love to see a woman as President of
the United States, but I was never going to vote for Hillary. I have no inclination to produce a laundry
list of reasons. She’s just not for me.
But if the Democrat’s choice was abysmal, the Republicans
broke the glass floor. As much as I feel
that I do not need to disclose every reason I am not voting for Hillary; I do
not feel the need to even engage in conversation about why I was never, will
never, and am not voting for Trump. His
words of discrimination and hate have spoken loudly and clearly on their
own. As a side note, the latest
allegations in connection with the lewd comments made about women were not, in
any way, a deciding factor for me. I was
not surprised. Those are exactly the
kinds of things I have come to expect from Donald Trump. This is not to say the words didn’t make me
sick. They did. This is not to say that I wasn’t horrified as
my fourteen year old daughter reacted, in shock and anger, to the words. I was.
It was enough to make me want to vomit.
But it didn’t seal the deal for me.
Trump has been talking like this for a very long time. I already knew he had little respect for
other human beings. I was never going to
vote for Trump.
But where does this leave me? Honestly, it leaves me in the exact same place
as so many other American voters, and I have decided that a third party vote,
for me, is not a waste, at all. As an
American citizen, I have a right to vote.
As an American citizen, no one can tell me that I must vote for one of two
parties. This is not a binary
choice. If you think about it, that’s
kind of the point.
If I’m honest, I’m still not 100% sold on any one
candidate. I don’t know that I can make
a solid “endorsement,” but after as much research as I have time to conduct, I have made a decision. This November, for the first time, my vote
will go to the Green Party, and as I walk away from the polling place, I don’t
want a single person to imply that my vote has been wasted. I think the chances that Jill Stein will be
the next President are slim, but at least I’ll be able to live with myself and
sleep at night.
L.
No comments:
Post a Comment