Today, I woke up to a tweet from Hillary Clinton that read, "To everyone who poured your heart and soul into Bernie's campaign, thank you. Our country desperately needs your voices." Still in my groggy state, I didn't know why she was thanking people like me or what she meant by her tweet. After digging and poking around Twitter and Facebook and seeing Bernie's Snapchat story, I found out that Bernie endorsed Hillary.
Anyone who knows me, knows I have so much love, respect, and admiration for Senator Bernie Sanders. I love his stance on just about every issue, I love that he is a feminist, I love that he is tolerant and accepting of others and I love how consistent his progressive views have been throughout his life. He is an honest, genuine, and likable politician -- and I have a soft spot for politicians like him. I have a sticker that reads "Feminists for Bernie" on my laptop, not one, but two Bernie bumper stickers on my petite, outdated car, and I went to both rallies that were being held in Dearborn and shook his hand at one of them. I consider Bernie one of my heroes and my biggest political inspiration -- so to find out that he endorsed the woman I swore he could win the Democratic nomination over, I was crushed.
Don't get me wrong, when she first announced that she was running for president the summer before my freshman year of college, I was excited and all for it. I didn't know much about her platform, but I assumed it was pretty similar to that of Obama's and I didn't mind that at all. I figured she was for equality and pro-choice and her promotional video featured small business owners and single mothers and as a liberal I was happy to see that. But then Bernie came in center stage and stole my heart with actual plans and policies and ideas and dreams that I identified with. I watched debate after debate and I realized how hypocritical Hillary was and how honest and consistent Bernie is. I became obsessed.
Now, many, many months later, I find myself discussing with fellow liberals how we are going to vote in November. Will we write Bernie in? Or will we swallow the pill and vote Hillary just to ensure that Trump won't obtain the presidency? Or will we just not vote at all? I've listened to every side of every argument, and to be completely honest, I don't know. I don't know what to do. Writing Bernie in runs the risk of repeating the Ralph Nader/Al Gore/George W. Bush fiasco, but this time with much bigger consequences. Not voting at all and counting on other people who affiliate with the Democratic party to save us from Trump literally throws away a vote and doesn't ensure our safety. And many people argue that voting for Hillary simply because she is the lesser of two evils isn't the right thing to do and that we shouldn't fear Trump.
But really, why wouldn't we fear Trump? There are countless videos of the hate and racism at his rallies and people who support him are acting on his words. As a minority, I honestly cannot afford to have a racist, ignorant bigot as a world leader. I see the hatred radiating off of the people that he has already influenced -- and it absolutely terrifies me. And to think that'll be the leader of one of the most developed countries in the world is unimaginable.
My ideal definitely isn't Hillary Clinton; she may keep our own country safe but I fear for decisions she might make concerning the Middle East considering the decisions she has made in the past. And although I fear for safety of the home of my ancestors and every other Arabian country under Clinton's presidency, I know that Donald Trump will destroy both our home here and our home away from home.
I feel conflicted about this race, to say the least. And Bernie's decision to endorse Hillary only rubs salt in my wound. But Bernie Sanders isn't stupid, he did this for a reason. And while it'll kill me to do so -- in November, I will walk into my precinct, cast my vote for Hillary Clinton, and go back home and probably cry myself into a nap of self pity until I feel like what I did was right. Which I wholeheartedly hope it is.