It is now less than fifty days until the national election, where 331 million Americans will choose to keep Donald Trump as our President or get a new start with Joe Biden.
I have been so angered and saddened by how our country has been run for the last three and a half years, I wanted to do something to make my voice heard. But Covid has made all meetings dangerous, and here in Portland, attending a protest can land you in the hospital.
So what to do? Sending donations to candidates is good, but our finances are tiny compared to Mr. Trump’s giant boat-owning followers. Some of my friends in Salinas have been writing postcards through a group called Postcards to Voters, run by a fellow who goes by the nickname Tony the Democrat, to encourage people in other states (who they don’t even know) to vote. Just vote.
Vote. Show up. Get heard. And if our country is as good hearted as we all hope it is, the right candidate will win. Migrant children will be released from cages. Breaking the law, even if you are rich and white, will have consequences. Scientists and doctors will be listened to on medical issues. And maybe, slowly, America will begin to be respected around the world again.
I have started writing letters with a group called Vote Forward. They have lists of folks who usually don’t vote, and I write a note to them, encouraging them to do so. My first group of twenty are all in Texas, which has become an important ‘Swing state’. I am hoping to have a say in helping our country on the road to recovery.
And then I can know that I showed up. I got my voice heard. As my father would say, I gave a damn.