America, I’m sorry.
Back in the Florida Primary, I cast a vote for Donald Trump.
By no means was my vote decisive, it was supposed to be a protest vote.
I didn’t overtly hate. I thought problems in the
African-American community were due to government providing a hand out instead
of a hand up. Even though I was born less than 100 years after my family
immigrated to America, I lamented how Mexicans were crossing the border with
unabated glee while snatching jobs from Americans.
When I was 18, the ideology formed by my sheltered,
non-diverse experiences and small circle of influences were amplified by
continuously listening to Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity.
In 2004, I was swept up in America-first nationalism and
cheered as George W. Bush was re-elected. I strained against my beliefs because
I was in college and learning about the world around me. I spent some time
eschewing that experience because that’s what “elites” think; I’m just simple
folk and my common sense was better founded. That’s what Sean and Rush said, so
of course it was true.
I moved from New York to Florida, mostly because I love the
weather. I started a job where for the next 9 years I would be in contact with
people not found in my tony Hamptons upbringing – the poor and minorities.
Becoming a teacher was life changing. My first class was
something jarring – I was the only white person in the room. Suddenly, issues
of poverty and disenfranchisement were not abstract concepts, they confronted
me daily.
Except I was just a viewer, I didn’t live the struggle of my
students. I saw it. Every day they arrived in class after walking through
gang-infested neighborhoods because they were determined not to be a statistic.
I taught students who broke my heart because for all their ability it was too
hard to keep saying no to temptation.
Some of my students trudged from school to a job because
they were the ones who could work in the family. Many of my students spoke
English along with Spanish, Haitian Creole, Jamaican Patois, and even Mayan
dialects. They had to speak multiple languages because their parents didn’t
speak English.
Then I met their parents and saw their hands. My mother
always said callused hands are the sign of someone who knows hard work. As
these men and women met me on the night of Open House my supple, soft, white
fingers clasped their rough, knotted, brown knuckles. My pressed shirt and
meticulously knotted tie knew little about the term “hard work.”
You could call my students and their families many things –
Mexican, Black, Haitian, Poor, Immigrant, Gay, Working Class, Undocumented –
but I couldn’t deny the depth of their struggles.
I met lots of colleagues who exposed me to amazing ideas,
problem solving techniques, and real empathy; these people truly opened my
world and challenged my ideas. It could be high minded literary discussions or
simply figuring out what makes a student tick.
Unfortunately, I also worked with people charitably
described as “racist” and “homophobe” – you can’t imagine the crudeness of a
school’s athletic department – along with others who talked about God
incessantly while acting against His teachings.
Since 2008, I’ve evolved in many ways:
- I'm Pro-Choice because a woman's body is her business, not mine
- I don't attend church often because people in the pulpit preach "Love thy neighbor" and concurrently advocate restricting the right of civil marriage for all
- It's abundantly clear if you are not white, America marginalizes you institutionally and intentionally
- Affirmative action provides opportunities where none would otherwise exist
- If you are poor, good luck because the tax code is designed for the rich
- Climate change is real, so is evolution, and it's on you to get with it
- Poverty is NOT a moral failing
So now, here we are in 2016. And now my Trump vote.
I stayed registered as a Republican hoping the party would move
on from this super-religious, super angry, super bratty phase and return to
good governing. I hoped that they would work to help everyone attain equality
of opportunity instead of equality of result. Instead, the party embraces
unfettered campaign financing, eschews universal health insurance, and engages
in blatant race baiting and dog whistling.
Trump’s arrival exposed these covert elements. White
Nationalists gained a voice and evil men like Roger Stone bristled at the
prospect of a Trump presidency. The other 16 candidates danced around what
Trump said and disavowed the bluntness of his statements. Yet all the other
candidates’ actions over their lifetimes are evidence Trump spoke for them as
well.
I voted for Trump because he would destroy the Republican
party. This incarnation of the party deserved death. It supported those waving
Confederate flags, Kim Davis and her special brand of hate, and men who are
unusually obsessed with female reproduction. It has a Congressional delegation
that is over 85% white, male, and Christian.
I wanted the Republican Party to turn to rubble because the
person I was when I was 18 is someone who I detest at 35. I hoped that Trump
would finally force the GOP to give up on appeasing white people who refuse adapting
to modern times.
My reasoning was too smart for my own good. If I must look
back and change anything, I would have left that part of my ballot blank.
Instead, there is blood on my hands and though I might wish to explain it away using the scope of his victory in the Florida Primary, the reality is
I voted for him in March with the intention of, and ultimately voting for
Hillary in November.
So now I sit here in my living room, typing as a Trump
presidency is fait accompli. My hope for a Republican meltdown and productive
self-inventory is gone. This election proved it is easier to motivate with hate
than reason.
So now what?
The first thing I did was change my party registration
because I will not associate myself with people who are, for lack of a better
term, deplorable. I submitted my change of registration form and I’m officially
a Democrat.
I’ve learned about empathy. I’ve learned about kindness.
I’ve learned about perseverance. I’ve learned about what hard work REALLY looks
like. I’ve learned how important it is to break out of my comfort zone and
challenge my thoughts.
I said before, the person I was at 18 was deplorable and
abhorrent. The problem with America is there are far too many of me at 18 than me at
35.
That’s why a sexual predator will occupy the Oval Office.
If you’ve stuck with me this long, please read just a little
bit longer. I’d like to, in explicit terms, describe who I was at 18:
- Compassionless
- Lazy
- Eager to blame others for my problems
- Bigoted
- Entitled
- Suspicious of intelligence
I’m not without faults today at 35. I am easy to anger (my
twitter timeline from the election is a good barometer of that), condescending
towards those I believe aren’t as smart as I am, inconsiderate at times and I
have a knack for speaking too much while listening too little. And wow – I’m
prone to fits of hyperbole.
But, I saw on twitter something that gave me heart. The
tweeter said white men need to lower their shoulder and be the blockers for
minorities and women. I plan to do that. And I plan to do whatever it takes to
wash the stench of my years in the Republican party off me by doing what I can
to elect Democrats.
Despite my disagreements with how Democrats implement
policy, they do stand for equality and Republicans do not. I believe we are
fundamentally unable to be a more perfect union if everyone who is not white,
male, and Christian lives a life where opportunity is muted and punishment is exacerbated.
It's time to point out bigotry every time we see it and not
cower because white people are incensed by being called racist. It’s time to
get good, strong Democrats ready for 2018 to take back the House and Senate.
It’s even more important to take State legislatures because that’s where
districts are drawn.
I plan to do what I can over the next two years to promote
Democratic candidates here in Florida. In 2018 Bill Nelson’s Senate seat is up,
and House seats need to be flipped. The state Senate and state Legislature need
to be moved off their GOP supermajority status.
Before I start with those plans, I need to end this screed how
I started it.
To African-Americans,
To Hispanics,
To Women,
To Muslims,
To the Disabled,
To Immigrants,
To everyone rebuked by White America:
I’m sorry.
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