It is 6a.m., and my husband is, now, urging me to run to our local poll in terror. I was going to work on my novel, but the energy in this house is too haywire with both of the kids up and running around so early. My daughter, in particular, is rambunctious and giving us directives, which all revolve around acquiring sweets. Halloween definitely has its downs, and somehow, she spied the pop-cycles in the freezer.
Regarding the election results, I have been joking that if Trump wins, I am picking up and moving to Canada, with the whole family, of course. We will seek refugee status, which living in Chicago, especially my neighborhood, is not really all that crazy. If I am not mistaken, an African-American man did the same thing in real life; I wonder if he is living the dream.
I am not crazy about Hillary because I don't think she will make wise choices in terms of labor, international trade, and the environment. Why, for example, has she no taken a stance with the Standing Rock protesters? That in itself says a lot. (Bernie Sanders supported and spoke out against oppression.) Don't get me started on the role she played on ousting Zelaya, a democratically elected leader in Honduras.
Regardless, my family and I will continue with our political activism and to educate people on issues, especially when the topics are ignored by the media. We will go to protests, like we always do. Our political activism doesn't start or stop with elections because so much is at stake.
Plus, in the final analysis, I definitely want to leave a better world for my kids and future generations. I do not want people in the future to say, "How could they not stand up and fight? Why did they consent to so much injustice? Those selfish bastards." The struggle ahead is long and hard, but as a family, we will do as much as we can.
Here's to always fighting for a better future. Hope tomorrow isn't depicted below.