Tomorrow is the day we find out what we’re made of. What does our future look like, the future our children will be living? I became a poll worker this year, partly because of the shortage of workers due to COVID, partly due to the influence of Rachel Kennedy, and partly due to the feeling of helplessness, the feeling like things were happening in spite of me. COVID has taken so much from so many. For me, my 27 year career, but for others-people they love.
Tomorrow I go in at 6:30 to prepare for a very long day helping people exercise their right to vote. A right that is being actively assaulted by many. And in addition to a raging pandemic, there is the threat of violence to deal with. And it’s not just me. It’s my family that will worry for my safety until I walk through the door at the end of the day.
Take a moment to divorce yourself from your politics and look at the humanity behind it. Even those that don’t agree with you. They are mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, lovers and friends. Have a little more civility in your voice, a little more compassion and empathy for their lives, and a lot less anger and vitriol.
Tomorrow we decide our future. Some will rejoice, some will despair. Take care of each other wherever you land. After all, we all started in the same place.