I voted today. I don’t like to wear my politics on my sleeve or on my shirt or on the bumper of my car. I was actually quite conflicted today. I’m particularly cynical when it comes to people in power and the tendency of people to demonize the other. That was an ongoing turn-off throughout the last few weeks of the campaign and all these so-called “approved” messages.
And I’m really turned off by fanatics of any sort – not that I don’t care for America, but to love this country is a strange feeling, with lots of mixed emotion. I was born here, but I’ve been told to “go back to where you came from” many times, and wounding words often made me feel that to be born in a place is somewhat incidental, that I am and can be something more than the place I was born. i have a stake in the land, but I do not have to be defined by it. Frankly, I do not fully understand how whoever becomes President today will change the way I should live. Not that I don’t think taxes should be allocated with greater oversight, aggressive financial tools regulated, or that war should continue, but I would like to question where is my treasure, what is the measure of my heart, and what are the things and people that I love? Am I just hoping that laws will be passed that I agree with? Or am I asking if the law is being written on my heart? It’s not that it’s not important to me…it’s that it’s too important to me. And I suppose I would want to pursue these things wherever I lived, but here I am and here I will be.
Simply put though, I do not raise nationalism as the banner over my head. Because while I am fond of America, I think for someone to demand me say that I love it is absurd, particularly on today as election day.
