This week, I voted in my first election. My mom strongly believed that it was essential for me to vote for Hillary Clinton because she was the only candidate who cares about supporting people like me, with various developmental disabilities. Donald Trump is a bully who made fun of a reporter in a wheelchair. He’s so selfish and cruel that he would never bother to help me and others like me find a paying job and live independently one fine day. With Trump as president, I’m so worried that he will probably try to take away my social security and the limited resources I currently receive.
As a young woman who was sexually assaulted in college, I was horrified to learn that Trump has bragged about making unwanted advances and taking advantage of women because of his wealth and power. I wonder how he would feel if one of his own daughters had an unwanted pregnancy. Would he be against abortion then? I don’t think so. In my opinion, that makes him a hypocrite.
The heartbreaking news is that Trump actually won the election. I’m really shocked and devastated that he is now our president, in spite of all of the horrible, hateful things he said about Muslims, Afro Americans, veterans, women and people with disabilities, more Americans voted for him than Hillary Clinton. I can’t understand why, and neither can my mom. My mom has explained that many people don’t understand this mystery, especially here in New York where Hillary won. I suppose that people in other parts of the country—especially less educated white men who are out of work—prefer a hateful and racist bully over someone who will continue Obama’s programs and keep things the same. They want change for the sake of change, even if the change might be terrible and take our country backwards.
I was incredibly proud and excited to vote in my first election for the first woman ever to run for president. Most little children have dreams about who they want to be when they grow up. If Hillary had won the election, little girls everywhere might have felt inspired to run for President someday, knowing it was possible. What will they think now that we have a president who judges women by their weight, race and appearance? How will the parents of other daughters explain how this happened? I know it won’t be easy. And I know my dream of being a performing artist and living on my own may be delayed by Donald Trump.
As it turns out, the only part of this election that was easy was casting my ballot. The whole voting process lasted only 10 minutes. The election workers were so friendly and helpful, showing me how to fill in the circles like we do on standardized tests and then slide the ballot into the machine. I felt so proud and excited to participate and make my voice heard, even though I have disabilities and sometimes struggle with life skills. Voting turned out to be surprisingly easy-peasy, despite my mom’s concern that we might wait on line for hours, or that I might not have the right identification, since I don’t have a driver’s license. But in the end, I’ve learned that making progress is sometimes much more difficult than we thought it would be. I guess we’re going to need patience (A LOT!) if we want to make progress and move forward toward our dreams.