So tomorrow is the big day. The day we’ve all been flipping out, shaking our heads, dropping our jaws, crying ourselves to sleep, and cursing up and down about for the last however many months. I’ve lost track of the timespan of this election mostly because the American electoral processes are excruciatingly drawn out and because after Bernie lost the nomination, I kind of checked out.
Yes, I am now “with her” but with some reluctance and even greater sadness that Bernie Sanders will never get to be our president. It makes me sad to think how much we would have accomplished. He is the most inspiring man of our time in my opinion and while I am overjoyed with how many people were inspired and called to action by his campaign, I think I will go the rest of my life wondering what could have been.
I take some solace in knowing that Hillary Clinton’s campaign has been pushed considerably left, despite her intent to run on a bipartisan platform following eight years of a depressingly divided Congress. I’m not sure when bipartisanship went out the window but it might have been around the time when Clinton’s biggest contenders became a hip AF socialist Jew and hero of Millennial America followed by a psychopath Oompa Loompa neo-Nazi whose own party knows that its political suicide to work with him. So, Clinton had no choice but to shift left. First, in order to catch up with fair-share Bernie (and, well, modern times) and second, to distance herself as far as possible from build-a-wall Trump. Bipartisanship? See ya.
So yes, we ended up with a much more liberal Clinton campaign than even she probably expected. And who knows, maybe there is even enough liberal momentum to push her to the brink of crazy ass socialism before time’s up. Wouldn’t that be Bernie-Sanders-batshit crazy?!
But this is all assuming one big thing: that Hillary will win. Honestly, to everyone in France who has asked me about the U.S. presidential election, I have said the same thing: “There is no way Donald Trump will win.” This is partially to save some face–you really think America would elect someone like that?! Reverse psychology is kind of the only option when you’re a humiliated American in a foreign country with one of the more condescending attitudes. But I also respond this way because up until this point, I have chosen to see Trump and him winning as one big impossible hoax. I’ve done a great job of convincing myself. I’m not sure about others.
For the first time last night, I was struck by the notion that Trump could actually win. I was talking to my dad on FaceTime and he said something that I hardly ever hear him say unless the Red Sox are down by one run with a runner on second in the bottom of the ninth: I’m getting really nervous. You see, since I’ve tried my best to tune out all election news, I hadn’t realized that Trump has been gaining in the polls and assumed that he was continuing to self destruct while Hillary floated on up to the top. But in hearing my dad say that, I was bulldozed by the reality that there could be enough people out there–Trump voters, third-party voters, Bernie write-in voters, and nonvoters–to make nightmare of a human our president. Holy. Shit.
But we can’t afford to think like that right now. All we can do is focus on getting everyone to vote. I wish so badly that I could be there to help, particularly at UNH helping board buses to the polls, rallying campus, and harassing people in the hallways-have you voted today?! like I did for the 2012 election. Only then, people were not compelled fear of what might happen if they didn’t vote. Hopefully this fear among other things will carry Clinton to victory. Until then, no sleep for America and weary Americans abroad.
So for the last time before the wretched election comes to an end…Santé, mes amis. Keep calm and don’t have a heart attack. At least not until after you vote.