Is This Who We Are?

Here’s what’s so frustrating to me about this entire election and the way Trump treats women (and other minorities) and how people treat Hillary:

As a woman who is smart, successful, and outspoken I must constantly monitor the way in which I am perceived. If I don’t, I get called names ranging from bossy to bitchy (and worse, much worse). In order for my opinion to be taken seriously, whether by my freshmen students or colleagues, or even strangers, I must be more confident and more put together than any man who has even half of my qualifications.

So when Trump says these hurtful things it cuts deep because I’ve heard them too many times to count and when his supporters shout obscenities and chant slogans like “lock her up” I no longer wonder why more women aren’t in politics, because if this what happens when one of the most qualified people to ever run for president just happens to be a woman, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like for me. I can’t even begin to fathom the incredible amount of inner strength that Hillary Clinton must possess in order to even get out of the damn bed every morning and face a public of which some of its citizens wear shirts proclaiming her to be a cunt with glee.

America, we’ve allowed this seedy underbelly to flourish and we must hold ourselves accountable or we are heading into a world where I am afraid to be who I am and afraid of what happens when I’m alone in a room of men. On Tuesday, our country may elect a man who thinks women shouldn’t work, who would rather we stay home, make sure his dinner is ready, and bake cookies. This is not okay. None of this is okay. This goes beyond politics and to the very heart of what makes us human. So when you cast your ballot, I hope you take a moment to look beyond politics and consider what a vote for Donald Trump portends for our future – for my future.

I choose to believe we are better than Donald Trump. I choose to believe we are stronger together. For these reasons, and so many more, I chose to vote for Hillary Clinton. Now, it’s up to you.

(This post originally appeared on the author’s personal blog: The One Without a Title)

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