We Need a Landslide, Not Just a Win

If you’d told me when this election cycle started that I’d be silent for so long before one of the most momentous elections in decades, I’d have laughed. Yet here I am, having gone radio silent for more than six months. Why?

This election has broken my heart into a million pieces.

I started out open-minded, but it quickly became clear that Bernie Sanders would be my choice in the primaries. The GOP was an overflowing clown car of bigotry and nonsense, so none of them were ever really in the running. And though I admired Clinton’s tenacity and many of her accomplishments, I found more in common with Sanders’ progressive platform than her more centrist positions.

Sanders lost. We can quibble over whether there was interference from biased DNC leadership until we’re blue in the face, but he lost. That’s reality.

I was never a “Bernie or Bust” gal. Not only do I think it’s probably pretty counterproductive to take my ball and go home when my guy loses, but I’m a pragmatist beneath all the lofty language and idealistic notions. Given state laws about viable candidates, I knew that no amount of write-ins would ever get Sanders into the White House.

Sanders encouraged us all to whole-heartedly embrace Clinton, but I demurred. It wasn’t because I was, as some have suggested of former Berners, buying into right wing conspiracy theories. It wasn’t because I, as some have suggested of former Berners, have deep rooted issues with misogyny. It was because I took issue with how hawkish Clinton has been in the past and continues to be. Realistically, her track record depicts a woman far more aggressive than Obama, whose military policy I disagree with even if I admire many of his other qualities. And her track record was troubling. She was saying all the “right” things to strike a note with progressives, but this was a woman who had a more than tattered history when it came to race and robust, if typical, relationships with Wall Street.

So I looked for another option. Don’t get me wrong — I wasn’t delusional enough to believe that any third party candidate would topple Clinton or Trump, but in my mind, all I could think was that maybe, just maybe, we’d be able to send a message this year. We’d be able to grant Clinton her win, but by a slim margin, with the remainder of the vote split between Trump and third party candidates. Such a result would tell everyone that third parties were no joke. They were a force to be reckoned with, goddamit. And such a result might encourage more folks to run third party in the midterms and next presidential cycle. Such surges would be key to making third party candidacies legitimate on the federal level.

But the primary third party candidates were… less than impressive.

Gary Johnson talks a good talk and would probably be fun person with whom to share a blunt. In a perfect world, his ideas might work. But back here on planet earth, eliminating governmental regulation would result in mass discrimination of those in protected classes. That discrimination is barely held at bay as it is.

Jill Stein held more promise… until I took a closer look. As the mother of a daughter of a child on the autism spectrum, her pandering to anti-vaxxers turned my stomach. Though I appreciate some of her activism, her policies are broadly implausible. Her desire to bring political satirists to heel was the height of absurdity. She is incapable of leadership.

I found myself in a place where I was seriously planning on writing in my 8 year old daughter’s name for the presidency. It didn’t really matter, I rationalized. I live in Illinois. It’s a deep blue state. It’s not like my vote was going to give Trump an edge.

Still, over the past several months, my horror over a potential Trump candidacy has swelled. We knew he was a joke when he came down that escalator, but the joke turned cruel and twisted and the primary wins mounted and his rhetoric (and supporters) grew more and more violent.

He was racist, xenophobic, anti-semitic, misogynist, and dangerously incompetent. He was an unabashed sexual assailant. Even more terrifying? There were millions of people across the country who were cool with a man like him taking up the mantle of leader of the free world.

But, again, I was in a deep blue state. It didn’t matter if I didn’t vote for Clinton. She was going to get the electoral votes anyway. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. It became a mantra wearing thinner by the day.

Two nights ago, though, while perusing my Twitter feed, I came across a series of tweets from Feminista Jones that changed things for me. She’s a fearless activist who I have a lot of respect for, so her words were always going to pack more of a punch. But the way she framed the discussion about voting for Clinton just made sense.



Her point was simple: if you’re voting in a predominantly white nation, there is no such thing as a candidate who does not prop up a white supremacist system – yes, including President Obama. We can argue about who is least likely to do harm, but there cannot be a perfect candidate because every single candidate participates in systems of oppression.

Under a Trump presidency, there are so many other issues at stake, much of them rooted in vacancies on the Supreme Court. The lives of immigrants, Muslims, and the LGBTQ community quite literally hang in the balance. With him at the helm, we are one Twitter spat away from another war. And this man is intractable. He can be confronted with video of him saying something, and insist it never happened.

At a bare minimum, Clinton is susceptible to public pressure. That alone should put her ahead of this man.

This is about more than policy, though. It’s about who we are as a people. I don’t want to believe that our country is so cruel and mindless that Trump would actually be elected president. It’s given both me and my daughter actual nightmares. I cannot even fathom what it must be like for others more directly targeted by Trump’s vitriol.

To be clear: I still think he’s going to lose. But I am no longer content to see Clinton win by a small margin. That will only embolden the trash Trump brought out of the woodwork.

I want to see a full-throated repudiation of Trump and all he stands for. I want to see the GOP lose in spectacular fashion, to see them shamed for their obstructionist, bigoted grandstanding. I want us to send a message to all future candidates and the rest of the world: he is not who we are. The American people are done with this nonsense.

So today I will take my daughter with me to vote for the first woman president in U.S. history. We will talk about the significance of this milestone. We will talk about how important it was to strike this blow today. And we will talk about the work ahead, because there is much to be done. It starts tomorrow.

But today, I’m with her. And I hope you are too.


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