I was asked about my politics. About who I’m voting for.
I don’t know who I’m voting for, but I know who I’m hoping for.
I’m hoping for a candidate who won’t use easy buzzwords and one-liners to pander to a party, who calls out who we should be, and calls us to who we could be.
I’m hoping for a candidate who actually cares, from-the-pit-of-their-stomach until their voice shakes, for black lives and cops’ lives, for teachers’ lives and adopted lives, for lives outside the four lines of a party line; for the least of these, for the working class and freshmen class and aristocrats, for shamed and blamed victims in universities; for the mentally ill, the fatherless, the lone veteran, and refugees; for majorities and minorities, those in Wall Street and on the streets, for those in need and those who lead, for the Constitution and spiritual liberties: not to accuse one to lift up the other, but to raise up without dichotomies, without looking for exceptions and squeezing into our isolated categories.
I’m hoping for a candidate who doesn’t crudely appeal to the entitled or the corporations, who doesn’t ride on young votes or legacy votes or angry votes or religious votes, who doesn’t tickle the little racist in all of us, who can pull together a unified diversity and a diversified unity, without demonizing or cartoon-villainizing a caricature of the “other side,” who reaches across the divide but without compromise.
I’m hoping for a candidate who listens more than talks, who hands the microphone across the stand, who questions more than lectures, who doesn’t condescend but descends where I am.
I’m hoping for a candidate who isn’t poaching for my vote by the end results of a focus group, who might disagree with me but still tells me the total truth.
I’m hoping for a candidate who won’t play zero sum, who won’t falsely promise a full pocket by reaching into my other one.
What I’m hoping for is impossible and illogical, and I remain cynical. I might as well be talking about Jesus, and look what they did to him: his cross became his pedestal.
I’m probably asking for too much — but maybe we haven’t been asking for enough: because enough would be someone who had the guts to say, “It’s not them or you, it’s them with us.”
Because who I’m voting for won’t matter
unless we figure out what matters.
I got a hope bigger than politics and polls,
and that’s the hope that we know there’s better and more.
Call me an idealist, or naive, or romantic, or say I’m avoiding the question: but if we can’t relinquish our verbal weapons, we’ll have nothing left past the aftermath of an election.
And really, all these changes that I want to see,
it doesn’t start with a vote, but a wild hope in we.
These changes, really,
they have to start with me.
All this starts
with you and me.
7 thoughts on “Who I’m Voting For.”
Reblogged this on Stumbling into Grace and commented:
Change starts with us
In other words, you aren’t voting. Just joking. Look at the field right now, I’m unsure anyone can fit your bill, good sir.
Haha! I want to vote so badly. I know there’s no perfect candidate, but anyone remotely human would be a nice change.
I caught your post when Stumbling into Grace reblogged. I gotta say, I can relate to your sentiment, but I don’t dare think it would ever happen. It is the nature of the beast to allow that kind of power go to his or her head. I think that’s why your Christ was homeless and unemployed, no?
Agreed. I definitely know it’s a romantic sentiment, and I’m asking for too much. It’s also sad that I have to qualify it that way – it shouldn’t be asking for too much.
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Amen to that!
I agree wholeheartedly with you. I have been wanting a change in the system for a long time. Through hope and love, we are all able to change. It really starts with truly caring about ourselves and each other.