When I woke up on Tuesday ready to vote for Doug Jones, I had no idea what was going to happen. Of course, I had all the feelings from the 2016 presidential election come flooding back in – the disappointment, the shame, the hard realization that being a Democrat in Alabama will never amount to much of anything in an election. Yet, I still voted. I voted against someone who didn’t seem to believe in basic humanity or common decency. And yet, that was all to no avail. The worst person for the job won the highest position one can have in this country, and it has basically been a giant shit show since the beginning.
I participated in my first organized protest with the Women’s March in Atlanta. I religiously followed every bill that was being introduced. I read more political blogs, articles, books – anything to figure out what I could do to prevent more of this happening.
I decided to stop being a quiet little Democrat in the state of Alabama, and decided to wear the title proudly. I donated to Doug Jones’ campaign – I actively told anyone who would listen that there is no way we should elect someone like Roy Moore to the US Senate. Regardless of the sexual assault allegations, there’s no way he should have been elected.
So on Tuesday, December 12th, 2017, B and I picked up our child and went to our voting precinct. We plan to take Sheffield to every election to stress to him the importance of being an active participant in a democracy. There was no line – we walked right in and cast our vote for Doug Jones. Then we took our family selfie – the same way we did after we voted for Hillary.
My stomach was in knots the entire evening. As B and I sat and watched the returns coming in, we got discouraged. How could so many people still vote for this racist, homophobic, removed-from-office twice politician? And then, around 9:15, miraculous things started to happen. Doug Jones and Roy Moore were tied at 49.2% of the vote with 85% of the precincts reporting. At 930, the AP called the winner of the election as Doug Jones. I immediately started crying. We had done it. In this deeply red Republican state, we had done it. We stayed up way too late watching CNN and reading Twitter, but it was all worth it. It’s happening, and it all started in the state that I live in.
(I’m turning off comments, not because I have a thousand followers and expect a bunch of trolls or comments, but I did it after my thoughts on the presidential election post, and I just want this to be my own)