“Politics and Family Don’t Mix”
I have sat through this electoral process for the last year and some change, watching listening and carefully collecting my thoughts and opinions. Being open to dialogue with family even though we clearly envision something different, very different of our future and sides of the aisle. I respect those of whom hold different opinions, because I learn from their thinking, I learn their values and ultimately get a better understanding of how they see the world and what a change might mean to them.
Daily, I aid in the care of my two elderly grandparents, for multiple reasons, but these past months the channel on their HDTV has not changed. No matter the day nor time it has been glued to the election and nothing more. Hours of having media bullshit and enlightening rhetoric, with aggressive commentary battered into my brain leaving minimal room to fully encompass the natures of this election without sway and voting privileges to mesh in with my reality. I just wanted this whole embarrassing muppet show to end, Done and Done, Son.
Until I got my ballot. This year I choose the mail in/drop off version.
I did not want to be in the same room as other voters whilst filling out (my) opinion. I did not want to stand in line, for the anxiety of someone being hateful or disapproving of another for being the opposite race, sex or the multiple ism’s that make the country culturally vibrant…I couldn’t, I would not watch or rather be a part of the ugliness. Thank goodness for the boundaries I have recently acquired for the eye rolls and rudeness I received would’ve allotted a reaction. I will not stand for ignorance or disrespect of any person whom chooses to utilize their rights, share opinions, choose certain lifestyles..etc. I mean, is that not the reason we Vote? To congregate to pen our visions and values we deem important on our lives and our nation..to be counted and praised on giving our opinion? When did this become such a hateful, despicable, ugly, horrid version of why I think a person is best suited to reign over my current rights and freedoms and that of my godson and niece?
I mentality corralled all the possible outcomes of what this election’s end would bring, without all of the social media pushes, the personal embellishments to vote the right or the left…it’s left me with the negative taste of voting in my mouth. It was 12:32 am and with a standing ovation at one of the rally’s, our new United States President Mr. Donald J Trump was elected.
Here we are, two weeks later, and the nation is mourning, crying while the other half is content while harassment of minorities, media coverage displays the rally’s against the elect rather than the hatred that has given balls to those hiding from the unity that had progressed in small bits over the last *ahem* fifty years. And within five minutes of watching a portion of the election with my family, I seen the very tangible real feelings of their views. I quickly left the room as soon as I could. The emotions that vibrated off the walls were choking the goodness right out of me. I felt my blood warm, heart pound and voice wanting to ramble off in uncontrollable derogatory rhetoric’s. Never, ever share or talk politics with family.
Not every family is the same nor will their views in politics or religion be the same. I learned this along time ago, but I thought with the progression and growth as a nation showed that we could all really live in unity. Despite what our views were, we held unconditional love and a quality to maintain a healthy family relationship. I lived the very ugly yelling triumph of the republican win with four of my family members dancing in joyous victory shares via social media to sway the very values they instilled in me. I have come to realize that no matter what I do or share to show that unity is better than divide a persons opinion is a persons opinion. How dare I have mine.