I love Election Day. The prognosticators, the exit polls, the touch screen maps; I love all of it. The crafting of a message, the mathematics of campaigning, the seemingly endless wait until the polls close on the west coast – they start an adrenaline rush in me that is like no other.
But it’s more than that.
Women standing up to their fathers and husbands.
Seneca Falls, New York, 1848.
The water hoses.
So every single election, I proudly walk into the polls and assert my citizenship, my personhood, and I exercise my right, carrying with me all those who never could.
I voted today. Have you?