There’s a diary I never wrote before the election. I think I mentioned it in comments. The reason I (personally) voted for Clinton was not because of Clinton or because of Trump. I cast that vote because I wanted to vote against Trump Supporters. The, “Deplorables,” if you will. The ones who cheer for the wall. The ones who want to make America hate again. I live in a safely red state. I could vote for anyone I want and my state would still go the same way. But I wanted it to go soundly on the side of beating the racists into the ground. I know Clinton won by 3 million votes. I wanted her to win by 30 million votes. I wanted the trumpers to see in the vote just how incredibly small they were. Then they won.
It’s been demoralizing for a lot of us. Why they won is a subject of endless discussion but a little part of me always hoped that a reason they didn’t get crushed could be because everyone figured this thing was in the bag. That most of America figured it couldn’t happen here. That if anyone actually thought Trump had a chance of winning then people of good will would have shown up and completely rejected Trump. Since election night that little part of me has taken a lot of blows. Watching Nazi’s march in Charlottesville was especially hard.
Last night’s wins don’t make that little part of me right, but they help a bit, and that feels good. I think 2016 showed us something horrible. It showed us that it actually could happen here. That if we don’t show up it will happen. But last night said there’s no reason it should because if the American People actually do come out we will see that there are many more of us than there are of them. That if we work to help people overcome their apathy with the political system that it won’t happen here. So I just want to say that it feels good to feel good about people again.