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About last night
Nov. 6th, 2024 02:35 pmSo the worst possible thing that a could have happened.... Happened.
I went to bed around 11 pm because I was having a literal breakdown over not being able to write. I woke up at 3 in the morning with this sinking feeling in my stomach, and when I opened twitter I saw it. The next president of the United States wasn't going to be Kamala Harris.
Honestly, I really didn't think I was going to cry. After all, I'm not 12 anymore. That's how old I was when he was first elected. But when I saw the news that 60% of latinos voted for him, I began to cry, and even harder when I found out just how many of my family members voted for him. I'm not trying to say that Kamala Harris was the best option we had, but a vote isn't a reflection of your moral standpoint on things such as the genocide in Palestine, it's a call to action. Whether it be a minuscule edge towards peace, and I saw that in her presidency.
Don't even get me started on the tariffs/tax cuts (Econ nerd here) misinformation going on, but I am so greatly disappointed in my community.
Again, Harris fumbled quite a bit on her campaign, but I honestly believe that most Latino voters were guided by their machismo. Our culture is literally baked in racism and machismo. I have members of my own family constantly asking my mom and dad whether I've dropped out already. Despite them knowing I graduated high school as the VALEDICTORIAN, and I have a well documented history of my academic achievements via my mom's Facebook that I KNOW those chismos look at.
My mom tried comforting me, but honestly I feel like my family let her down.
I'm proud to be Mexican-American, but I'm tired of broke, uneducated, misogynistic Latino men in my life praying on my downfall.
Just watch and see how I succeed.
I went to bed around 11 pm because I was having a literal breakdown over not being able to write. I woke up at 3 in the morning with this sinking feeling in my stomach, and when I opened twitter I saw it. The next president of the United States wasn't going to be Kamala Harris.
Honestly, I really didn't think I was going to cry. After all, I'm not 12 anymore. That's how old I was when he was first elected. But when I saw the news that 60% of latinos voted for him, I began to cry, and even harder when I found out just how many of my family members voted for him. I'm not trying to say that Kamala Harris was the best option we had, but a vote isn't a reflection of your moral standpoint on things such as the genocide in Palestine, it's a call to action. Whether it be a minuscule edge towards peace, and I saw that in her presidency.
Don't even get me started on the tariffs/tax cuts (Econ nerd here) misinformation going on, but I am so greatly disappointed in my community.
Again, Harris fumbled quite a bit on her campaign, but I honestly believe that most Latino voters were guided by their machismo. Our culture is literally baked in racism and machismo. I have members of my own family constantly asking my mom and dad whether I've dropped out already. Despite them knowing I graduated high school as the VALEDICTORIAN, and I have a well documented history of my academic achievements via my mom's Facebook that I KNOW those chismos look at.
My mom tried comforting me, but honestly I feel like my family let her down.
I'm proud to be Mexican-American, but I'm tired of broke, uneducated, misogynistic Latino men in my life praying on my downfall.
Just watch and see how I succeed.
