Just One Mile

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They say you gotta walk a mile in someone else’s shoes to really understand them.

If you walked a mile in my shoes, you’d know I’m a woman. And that I carry a taser in my car because I survived a sexual assault in 2016: the same year Trump got elected and boasted about grabbing women’s pussies.

If you walked in my shoes, you’d know I have a 16-year-old niece who is gay. And she’s terrified (daily) that her right to marry and adopt children is about to be stripped from her before she can even vote.

If you walked in my shoes, you’d know I have a Black sister (from another mister). And that she, her family, and millions of others are dealing with the terrifying reality that their skin color could be a death sentence.

If you walked a mile — just one mile — in my shoes, you’d know I rely on Planned Parenthood. You’d know they put the pieces of my life (and body) back together after my sexual assault. And you’d know I’m terrified that Planned Parenthood won’t be an available resource for other women like me.

Stop telling me politics aren’t personal.
Stop telling me we can agree to disagree.

If you vote for Trump,
or do not vote at all,
you are voting AGAINST the rights
and safety
of the people I love.

If you love me, you will protect me.
If you love me, you will protect the people I love.
If you love me, you will vote Biden/Harris.

Periodt.

(Written: October 7, 2020)