A Muslim immigrant co-worker of mine wondered who I voted for.
My internal response:
"Now you want to know?"
For several years I would have been delighted to go on vociferously about it all, but right now? Not so much. It feels like a lot of dried blood, heavy, pooled, and bruised. My vote was profoundly unsuccessful.
I told her I voted for Kamala Harris. I added a few footnotes, but without vigor.
Then I politely asked who she voted for.
She voted for Jill Stein.
All her Muslim homies couldn't bring themselves to vote for Kamala. Because of the genocide and everything.
Okay. I suggested that one maybe still has to be a little more strategic with their vote, even if they might hate some things about who they are voting for. One votes for the best possible outcome, not to express oneself.
Also, she told me, very nicely, that her community doesn't support the gay and transgender issues.
Oh.
I'll just be over here typing.
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