Dear Bernie,
You had me at “tax the wealthy.” From those very words, I knew you were the one. I felt the Bern.
We’ve gone through a lot together. We’ve had our ups and downs. From that time when I didn’t agree with your gun control policies to that time, you danced on Ellen’s talk show. It’s been a heck of a ride.
When you first announced that you were running, I had no idea who you were. You were just some random senator from Vermont, but look how far you’ve come. Now your name is everywhere—on my bedroom wall, on the shirts of countless college students, on Facebook timelines all over the world. I get teary eyed just thinking about it.
I know you’re frustrated that people say you don’t have enough experience in office. I understand. I feel just as frustrated, I really do. They just don’t appreciate you like I do. I know that you’ve been a mayor, congressman and senator since 1981. I value you. You’ve witnessed and participated in the changing course of American history.
Even before your years in government, you were devoted to the causes that many people care so deeply about. In 1962, you participated in a sit-in as a member of the Congress of racial equality to fight against segregated, off-campus housing. And in 1963, you went to the March on Washington and were arrested for protesting for black rights.
More than anything, I admire how you’ve been ahead of the times throughout your entire political career. You’ve fought for what you believed in and not what was popular. I know that you supported Burlington, Vermont’s first Pride Parade in 1983 and voted against the anti-gay “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” legislation in 1993 as a congressman. And who could forget that you voted against the Iraq War in 2002 and spoke out for equal pay for women.
You have gained my trust through your political consistency. Yes, I know what you’re going to say—I know people like Hillary Clinton can change their minds. I know you’re running for President to push her further to the left, and make her change—or appear to change—her mind on issues. I understand. It’s just a little difficult for me to accept her when you’re around. You know?
Yes, yes I know winning isn’t your primary goal and you’re just trying to start a political revolution. Whatever. It’s casual. It’s just going to be hard to let go.
You’ve gotten New Hampshire, Vermont, Colorado, Oklahoma, Minnesota but who am I kidding?
When Hillary wins the nomination I will say farewell with a heavy heart. I will never forget you, Bernie—you’re pretty groovy.
Sincerely,
Young Birkenstock-wearing democratic socialist
P.S. Will you be my grandfather?
