When I vote today, on November 5th, I am going to be voting in honor of my mom. She voted against Donald Trump in 2020, and she’d vote against him again in 2024, because she knew, just like I know, that Trump is a sexual predator, a fascist, and a greedy, selfish narcissist.
My mom and I often had similar politics, though I am further left than she was only because she was just realizing what socialism was all about. She never got the chance to look into it as much as she wanted, because capitalism, among other things, ended her hopes and dreams.
I don’t only do this for her, but I couldn’t help thinking about it as I watched the news today. My mom was a proud woman, she loved her country, and she loved the people in this country. She wanted the hungry fed, the homeless housed, the sick healed, and the downhearted uplifted.
If there ever was a genuinely sweet Christian in this world that I knew firsthand, it was my mom.
It’s one of the reasons why I still associate with Christians even though I’m not one anymore. There are still amazing people out there who love Jesus and want to be that light in the world he called for them to be, and as far as I’m concerned, we’re on the same team even though we have different religious beliefs.
Now, while I think voting is only a teeny tiny part of social and revolutionary change, it’s still worth doing. Something I waver back and forth between that optimism and nihilism, because when you’re working out the dialectical materialism of how our system works and how it hinders others, you tend to swing back and forth because of just how frustrating and complicated all of it can be, but in the end, I do think it helps somewhat, and anything to stop the continued rise of fascism is good in my book.
So, if you become angry at injustice, if you want to heal the sick, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and comfort the afflicted, you are a comrade of mine, whether or not you’re a socialist.
If you live in the US, get out there and vote.
.Red
