Open letter to the American voting world-Devore v. Emily Dickinson

One question that has never been asked, to my knowledge, is if anyone has ever answered "an open letter to.."  I guess this is part of some kind of literary/journalistic baggage that has been instituted. To me, it always recalls the Emily Dickinson poem that begins:
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"This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me...."

"Cut! Cut! Cut!", my thought bubble types, whenever I hear that.

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Emily Dicksonson was a reclusive person who complained about the world not writing to her.

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I am a fairly reclusive person, as far as a full-time worker and part-time student can be.

I have no intentions of writing to the entire world.

But I am putting myself in an imaginative situation: if I had to write to those Americans who will/might/wont, regrettably  vote in November, what would I say to those millions?

Reasonably, I am not going to tell my perceived adversaries to coitus off.

My effort, as follows:

Someone, at a blog I visit daily, posted a reminder today, to not forget Katrina, when going to the voting booth.

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I will not forget Hurricane Katrina, for as long as I live.

I grew up in the tumultuous '60's. I watched the Watts riots, the Martin Luther King assasination riots, I watched the space launches and  apotheosis of the American auto industry, and the assasination of two Kennedy brothers, and Motown and rock and roll, and I wore miniskirts, and bought yardley products, and protested Vietnam, and my family moved from the city to the 'burbs-first generation of the family to do so-and I went to good schools and learned about the histories of all peoples in this country that most Americans may not get to study. (Ok, I didn't learn about Muslim peoples in the same way as those "others", but you cannot study "Art History" without them.)

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So why does Hurricane Katrina resonate with me more than anything in my 52 years?

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When I watched the rebellions of the "sixties", it was apparent that people were able to take their anger to the stage. Sure there were kooks and opportunists. But there was the broad overall feeling that change  was necessary with respect to embracing all of our citizens, and extending the idea that others in the world, not identical to us, should be able to talk at the table.

The backdrop to all this was post-WWII US. We won. We helped defeat the Nazis, and were part of the world that said NEVER AGAIN can these heinous things happen against people because of their identities that came after the fact that we were all of the same species on this planet.

On the world stage, when we saw the starved Balkan peoples in camps, we could see how the western european world forgot.

On the American stage, in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, we watched the great accomplishments of this nation drown: the syncretic cultural phenomena, the emancipation of peoples formerly enslaved.

That disaster, I realize, encompasses many more people than African Americans. I heard of a stranded Vietnamese community in New Orleans,at that time and wondered if any of them were coptered out of Saigon only to find themselves, 30 years later, refugees again.

When I was 8, 10, 12, or 16 ,I read the news in one way; still with hope that whatever was wrong with this country could be righted with the determination of its citizens.

-So it is to those who, 18 and over,  and allowed to vote, who hold the best dream of my country in their hands.

-Please honor Katrina's victims with your vote against the party that put this disgraceful and painful spectacle on display.