It should be more than clear by now that I am supporting Hillary Clinton in the 2016 Presidential Election. I am also voting, for the most part, Democrat down the rest of the ballot. I have a confession to make though. I use to be a Republican. I voted for George Bush in my first Presidential Election in 2004 and John McCain in 2008.
I can give myself a pass in 2004. I was 20 years old and the only thing I knew outside of my wretched home life was the church. Not just any church either; a church of the Pentecostal persuasion. I didn’t listen to any music that wasn’t labeled as “Christian.” I didn’t watch any movie with an “R” rating (when I give a funny, “I’m pretending I know what you’re talking about” look when you bring up 90s and 2000s pop culture — this is why). From 13-18, I “kissed dating goodbye” because the temptation to sin would be too much for my developing body (this is why I don’t have prom, homecoming, senior trip, or post-game bonfire pictures). I had shunned my best childhood best friend because she was a “Jezebel”. Wait, what was that? Yes, that really is a thing in some churches. Personal note: if anyone reading this was present during this time period and you think I am out of line – I’m sorry and if any one that was present during this time and you feel the same way, I am also sorry; there is a support group on Friday night (just kidding, but there probably should be). Don’t get me wrong, everyone was perfectly lovely to me. I’m agreeable and have some sort of charming quality I can’t explain, like a kitten or puppy, where people want to treat me with overall kindness, for the most part at least. There were a few instances when I felt how others must have felt standing under the scrutiny of the church people, but I digress. The truth is, I was one of them. The way I treated my childhood soul mate was the most shameful thing I have ever done. She died shortly after she turned 22 in a car accident thinking that she was not only unloved, but unloveable. She was truly the best of us. She loved without limits and she loved God with all of her heart. She saw us as her family, only her family told her she wasn’t good enough, and I wasn’t enough of my own person to stand up for her. The point is, I didn’t know how to think for myself yet. I was told the democrats were bad because they supported abortion and gay marriage and if I was really a good Christian, I would vote Republican. Period.
In 2008 I really had no excuse. I had plenty of time on my own at this point. I had lived lots of places and my passport was quickly filling up. Honestly though, I wasn’t really into politics. I was 24 and the world was good. There was no poverty in my world by this point. There was no racism or bigotry, at least not in my circle. I was voting my laziness. I didn’t research candidates. I didn’t even know what a platform was. I didn’t care who became president. I was, however, still a Christian and Christians vote Republican, so that’s what I did.
Everything started to change in 2012. I was 28. I felt like I had lived 12 lifetimes due to life circumstances and illness. I was working as an advocate for people with disabilities. I was single. My cats and I spent Friday night watching NCIS reruns. With my much slower, rural life, I had time to observe the world around me. Publicly, I was still the same person, but inside I was changing. Maybe it was the move to West Tennessee where racism and bigotry were rampant. Maybe it was my own health issues. I really hope it was the former, but I honestly don’t know; it happened so gradually. I voted for President Obama in November of 2012 and I didn’t tell a soul. I was still afraid my people would judge my Christian heart and find it lacking.
Well, now I’m 32 and I know for a fact that the only people who know the state of my heart are me and Jesus. Me and Jesus think my heart is good — even if I vote Democrat.
So many people say, when asked how they can justify, as a Christian, voting for Donald Trump, the antithesis of the religious right, that they are voting for a platform not a person. Well, I’ve examined the platforms and I still don’t understand. I’m voting for a platform AND a person. A person I believe to be a person of faith. A person who cares about people. A person who, like a good Methodist, proclaims that we should “Do all the good we can, for all the people we can, for as long as we can.” See, while I am no longer affiliated with the church of my youth, I am still very much a Christian.
Three years ago, I walked into my local United Methodist Church and almost instantly, I felt at home. Here was a group of people who worshiped together without condemnation. A place I could worship without fear. A place I could invite anyone to join me without having to explain the things they couldn’t wear or the parts of their lives they couldn’t talk about. To be honest, this is not what I expected. I live in a town in West Tennessee with a population of 5,000 people. It sounds strange, but anyone of any color of any background of any orientation – anyone on any point of the “Christian” scale could walk in the door and feel welcome and comfortable. See the thing is, I was no longer comfortable saying that I went to a church where everyone was welcome when they really were not. If a lovely family with two beautiful children walk in ready to worship and be accepted into a community of faith but happen to be a family with two dads or two moms, I want to worship in a place where they can sit next to me. Where they can serve their community. See, what church is to me is a community and communities are not homogeneous. They are not made up of just one kind of people. I want my politics to reflect my faith.
Here is the truth friends. I was going to post all of the political facts and compare the platforms, but then this turned strangely personal and it no longer seems to fit. Instead I’ll just tell you why I’m voting for Hillary Clinton on Tuesday.
I’m voting for Hillary Clinton because I don’t want to revert back to a country where people are ostracized for who they love.
I’m voting for Hillary Clinton because I think everyone should be welcome in our country.
I’m voting for Hillary Clinton because I don’t want to live in a world where women are subservient to men.
I’m voting for Hillary Clinton because I don’t think sexual assault is okay to joke about.
I’m voting for Hillary Clinton because I think everyone should have access to health care.
I’m voting for Hillary Clinton because I think everyone should be paid a living wage.
Most importantly, I am voting for Hillary Clinton for girls like my friend from long ago. I don’t want a country ran by people who think it’s okay to shame a young lady because she is beautiful or label a 16-year-old girl as “too promiscuous, too much of a threat to the ministry” to even clean the bathrooms in their churches. I don’t want this to continue to be a country where girls are told it’s their responsibility to protect the boys from impure thoughts; that it’s their responsibility to keep themselves from getting raped. I’m voting for Hillary Clinton because it’s not okay to grab women by any body part. I’m voting for Her for all the hers out there.
I am voting for Hillary Clinton because I have grown in my understanding of what it means to be a Christian – I want to do all the good I can, for as many people as I can, for as long as I can.