The Struggle Continues… and I Am Not Okay
Jessica Crowe

You’re speaking for me. This is not a democracy. This is not what democracy looks like. This is not an election. 
We are not having a democratic election right now. I’m not even worried about Trump winning because I know he can’t. Hillary has already been chosen, and not by any democratic process. 
I am not a delegate, but we spent all the money we had and all of my husband’s vacation time to drive 15 hours to camp in the rain in FDR park. We saw delegates weeping in the park. Helicopters spotlighting us and flying low in circles starting in the middle of the night to keep us awake. The exit from the interstate that was the quickest route to FDR park blocked with garbage trucks. We saw Nina silenced. They played “Happy” on the giant screens in the park while we were crying. Ten thousand people marched for bernie in the street and then we watched the news say “About a thousand Bernie supporters came out today…” We saw them paint us as violent when we were walking and singing songs about peace. When the DEMOCRATICALLY ELECTED delegates who were REPRESENTING THE PEOPLE had to walk out due to the silencing, bullying and disrespect, our government had snipers aiming rifles at them. There were so many things I saw that I can’t unsee. I’ve been home for a while now and I was still crying again today. I look around my small town and I KNOW almost nobody sees what I see and that’s really isolating. I can’t go back to the life I had before. I’m back in it right now but it doesn’t look the same and I know I can’t stay. I just don’t know where to go from here.

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