While the Feeling’s Still Fresh: A Letter to Those Who Wrote-In Harambe

I took this photo and meant to post it yesterday morning to encourage people to vote. I didn’t do that and now I wish I did. Last night, I thought that enough of my peers would cast their votes to continue moving us forward. I believed in our generation, and I believed in my friends, colleagues, and everyone who showed me their progressive and inclusive values. I believed in you.

I also believed that you cared about your community. I thought that you would take the time to read up on what was happening in your own state, in your own city, in your own backyard. That’s where your vote matters most because you have to live with those circumstances the most.

Instead, we had people write in “Harambe” and willingly nullify their vote for the most important election we’ve seen in recent history. Oh, and let’s not forget about the ones who kept saying, “I don’t want to vote, our choices suck.”

They also decided not to vote at all because, in their minds, a vote in their state didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. With how close the numbers were in some states, I hope you realize that your vote did matter and you have no justification to post about the nightmare you are now Facebook-ranting about.

You actively chose not to exercise a fundamental right. Let this be the push you need to participate and actively seek to educate yourself and others on the issues that need to be solved and reforms that need to be made.

Your quality of life depended on this election. I hope you see that now and I hope that you can accept that your standing still was the most consequential action you ever chose to do.

Now, we have a President-elect that I hope to God will become educated about the people he now represents. I knew that in whatever way this election turned out, we all had to come together. But, man, now we really have to come together.


P.S.: Please keep the conversation going. Midterms are in 2018.