When I just went out to get the paper, I was reminded to vote. "Vote," it says on the front page. We are having a voting surge, it reminds me.
This is exciting. After my voting ennui of a couple of days ago, I have perked up. I've seen the light again, and it's bright. I'm excited. I'm ready to go out there and do some voting damage! I'm going to run down to the polling place and do something that on August 26, 1920 was finally granted to women in this country. Can you believe that? Less than 100 years ago, I wouldn't be able to run down to the Presbyterian church and do anything but pray. I wouldn't have this delicious ground coffee either, or this central heating (don't even get me started on the plumbing!), but that's another story.
I can vote. I can vote for a woman, who less than 100 years ago would have been wearing a corset, barely able to breathe.
I can vote for a black man, who less than a hundred years ago (less than forty years ago in some parts of this country) wouldn't have been easily able to get to the polls. He might have been stopped along the way, asked to just go on back home.
I'm going to teach all day with my "I voted" sticker on. I'm going to watch the news tonight to see what happens. I hope it's good. I hope it's better than 100 years ago.
Causes Jessica Inclán Supports
Women for Women International Goodwill Industries Lindsey Wildlife Museum Freecycle.org