When Reagan won, thousands of families were split apart. My family was one of those families. My parents were first cut off a War on Poverty program called AFDC-UP, and then they lost the ability to feed us, keep our home warm (it was 32 degrees in our house when the State measured). I went to foster care along with my brothers and sister. Actually, we were split up. I did alright, but it really traumatized the younger kids. When we were returned to our parents, programs that liberals worked their asses off to preserve helped our family tremendously. If one didn’t have access these programs, you could end up losing your kids for good. I know there are children and other vulnerable people who will be hurt just like I was. Or my brother who spent all of his time cowering under the foster family’s dining room table. Or the brother that felt so mistreated by the foster family. My sister who believes she never bonded with my mother because she was taken during infancy. It is a privilege to think there is no difference between the parities. My brother — who used to make prank calls to his former foster family until he killed himself — is who I think of most when I consider my vote.