Have We Done Enough?
Every time I throw a dinner party, we end up with too many leftover desserts. What happens is that I start with a realistic menu based on the number of people attending the meal. Then I add an extra dish or two because I worry that the table will not look full or people won’t be able to find something they like or it just won’t be… enough. It won’t fulfill an abstract concept of enoughness.
Then I plan for a dessert or two, and quickly start increasing the number of desserts and the size of those desserts because I am (1) worried that people will still be hungry after dinner and (2) worried that it won’t be enough.
For Rosh HaShanah, for instance, I made it so that each person at the table could eat nine cookies. Nine. Oh, and did I mention they were enormous chocolate chip cookies — only six fit on a cookie sheet. But people could have nine of them. People were full from the over-sized meal. They barely made a dent in the cookies on the table.
In my defense, it’s sometimes hard to judge what people want, or to know whether or not you’ve done enough except in retrospect.
I am worried about Tuesday. I’m worried about this election in a way that I’ve never been worried before. I wasn’t a fan of Romney or McCain, but I was never scared listening to them speak. I knew they could lead the country, and any problems they created were fixable issues.
But this election is different.
I am terrified of Trump’s America. I want to believe the polls that place Hillary ahead, but polls are like promises — people may keep them… or they may not. We don’t know definitively which way this election will go, and I am scared that people have become complacent. I’ve heard too many people say things like, “Well, I don’t want Trump, but I don’t want to vote for Hillary, so I’ll just leave that part of the ballot blank.” Or not vote at all. And I’ve heard too many people say things like, “Don’t worry, Hillary has got this.” I equally fear that people will not vote, trusting that other people’s votes will keep Trump out of office.
The only way to ensure that Trump does not end up in the White House is to band together and not hand Trump the keys to the White House.
The most direct, proven-to-work path is to vote for Clinton. Anything short of that is continuing the possibility of a Trump White House. I’m not saying that because I want Clinton in the White House. I am saying that because if no one gets enough electoral votes, the House of Representatives chooses our next president, picking from the three top candidates. I bolded that because I don’t want you to miss those words. Each state gets one vote, but the House is made up of 246 Republicans and 186 Democrats. If you choose not to vote for Clinton, you are, effectively, creating the possibility of a Trump White House.
This isn’t about likeability. This isn’t about emails or holding one person accountable for all human errors. This is about the opposite scenario, and Magpie says it best:
I’m worried about the possibility of our country being led by a man who has admitted sexual assault, who has used his foundation for personal gain, who’s on trial for fraud with regard to Trump University, who hasn’t released his taxes (because he doesn’t want to show us that he hasn’t paid any), who has called for the ban of an entire religion from entering the US, who belittled John McCain for being a POW, who’s called Mexicans rapists, who attacked a beauty pageant winner for being overweight, who wonders why we can’t use the nuclear weapons we have, who thinks women who have abortions should be punished, who makes fun of disabled people, who disregards the First Amendment and wants an end to freedom of the press, who thinks global warming is a Chinese hoax, who loves Putin, who doesn’t pay his contractors, who … do I need to go on?
So I worry. I worry about whether I have done enough in doing my part to help ensure that we get someone into the White House who is not going to scapegoat whole groups of people. I worry about whether there is something more I can do between now and Tuesday night. I worry about everyone else — will they do enough to stamp out hatred, or will they leave the door open for a possible Trump White House?
We’ll know within 72 hours.