2 hours left before voting begins.
Fired up.
Ready to go.
Deal me in.
Yes we can.
This is what democracy looks like.
God. I'm such a mess tonight. I've reached the calm on the other side of freaking the fuck out.
My world view is primarily shaped by my family stories. I was the kind of kid who always liked sitting with the old folks and listening to their stories. My whole sense of identity is shaped around my family history. And I'm also the kind of person who mostly lives inside her own head, so stories are incredibly important to me. I understand the world through story, by which I mean whenever I learn new information I form it into a story and that's how I understand it. And I communicate through story, which you've probably noticed over the last year.
Tonight it feels like all my stories are happening at once.
I'm remembering the story of how my great-grandparents fled Eastern Europe. I'm remembering the story of how my mother's family hid in the attic while the soldiers searched their house, but I'm also remembering how my great-grandfather came to America first and found work at a synagogue before he told his family to follow him, how my great-grandmother was worried about her 10 kids getting sick on the sea voyage across the Atlantic and so she bullied the sailors into holding a jumprope so that her children would have fresh air and exercise every day while the other refugees and immigrants stayed below deck and how that act kept the family healthy enough to get through Elis Island, how cousins and siblings left behind either vanished without a trace or were confirmed dead in the Holocaust. And on my father's side, I'm remembering my great-great-grandfather who fled Eastern Europe in the late 1800s because he didn't want to fight in Bismarck's army, a conscientious objector before that was a thing. I have a great-grandmother who marched in white to get women the right to vote. My grandparents marched on Washington with Martin Luther King Jr.
I feel like all of that is on the line. Both sides of my family came to this country seeking refuge from war and hate, and I am the product of their sacrifice. All of that hangs in the balance.