I Would Love To Live In A Country Where…
Things I would love:
I would really love it if I lived in a country where bragging about sexually assaulting women on tape would disqualify you from the presidency.
I would really love it if I lived in a country where being an unapologetic White Supremacist would disqualify you from the presidency.
I would love it if almost 50% of the country weren’t currently openly supporting placing hate in the highest office of our land.
I would love it if we could talk about Trump without someone mentioning Bill Clinton, as if it’s not fair that we’d elect one rapist and not another.
I would really love it if Hillary had believed women.
I would really love it if people didn’t call the women who support bad men “even worse” than the bad men who are choosing with their own free will to commit bad deeds.
I would really love it if I never heard someone say “boys will be boys” ever again.
I would really love it if we had demanded more from the beginning.
I would really love it if those outraged now were as outraged when Mexicans were being called rapists and when Trump was calling for the return of stop and frisk.
I would love it if Jill Stein believed in vaccines and if Gary Johnson knew basic geography.
I would love it so much if my Facebook mentions weren’t full of men and women telling me that it’s “totally normal” for men to brag about sexually assaulting women.
I would love it if 1 in 5 women weren’t sexually assaulted in their lifetimes.
I wish everyone could say ‘Black Lives Matter’ with as much urgency as they say ‘I’m With Her.’
I would love it if some of the same politicians who are outraged about Trump bragging about violating the consent of women weren’t also working hard to violate the bodily autonomy of women.
I would love it if Trump was actually the worse half of the Trump/Pence ticket.
I would really really love it if we could condemn drone strikes AND condemn mass deportation AND condemn racism AND condemn Islamophobia AND condemn rape culture — instead of battling them against each other, lobbing victims at each other like stones.
I would love it if I could pretend that there’s a presidential outcome this election that won’t continue to see black bodies laid in the street at the hands of a White Supremacist state.
I would love it if we could remember to care for the most needy first — if we could realize that when we do that, we are all served well.
I would love it if disabled people, queer people, poor people, and people of color weren’t left to scrounge for scraps when we determine where to place our concern and outrage this election.
I would love it if I could forget which of my friends, family, and neighbors have outed themselves this election season as rape apologists, as racists, as Islamophobes, as White Supremacists, as patronizing White Feminists, as sexists.
But mostly I would love it if we cared more than once every four years.
Adapted from a Facebook post, with permission of the author.
Lead image: flickr/John Vosburgh