I see a lot of comments out there about Trump supporters, and it seems that apparently to place a vote for Donald Trump is akin to placing a sign on your chest that reads bigot. I think that’s a little unfair; don’t you? After all, to lump me into a specific category based on my choice of presidential candidate is no better than much of the grievance you have against Trump for comments he has made. I am not who I vote for. I’m simply making a decision based upon the options in front of me.
I’m not against women’s rights. I’m a woman, and I’m a strong, intelligent woman. I’m a professional, and I enjoy being seen at more than face value. I have experienced sexual harassment in the work place before, and I think that’s awful. And here’s a newsflash. I don’t agree with Donald Trump’s comments he has made about women in the past. I won’t even go there stating the obvious use of the word “past,” but I will say I don’t see women as sex objects just because I’m voting for Trump. Don’t be daft.
I am not a racist. I’m not a bigot, nor am I close-minded. I don’t believe my race to be supreme, and I don’t place less value on anyone who is different than me. I am not against people who desire to come to America to better themselves, their family, their future, and our country as a whole. My vote for Donald Trump shouldn’t paint me “anti-immigration” anymore than your vote for Hillary would make you “anti-military.” You see?
I’m not anti-gay or even anti-you. I’m not hate-filled or even angry for that matter. If anything, maybe I’m sad. When it comes right down to it my candidate of choice never made it to the end, but I knew as a responsible citizen I couldn’t sit this one out, no matter how much a part of me may have wanted to. In the end I had to place the candidates side by side and make a decision, but that doesn’t mean you can make a snap assumption based on who I pick.
Many of the comments out of Mr. Trump’s mouth make me wince simply because of who I am as a person, and I will openly admit that how he gets his point across is not how I communicate mine. But when the major issues were placed on the table I made a choice. Does that choice completely define me? No, it does not. I just need to sleep at night.
Because, you see, come November 9th I won’t be answering to any of my fellow, American voters, but I will be held accountable to God. After much prayerful consideration I came to a decision, and I have peace about that. What I did not do was throw on my rebel flag t-shirt or KKK hood, holler “hell yeah,” and go burn down a black church (like some leftists may assume).
See, for me a vote for Trump doesn’t translate to a vote for hate or inequality. It instead is equivalent to a vote for life. It equals a vote against criminal activity, dishonesty, and a slew of political platforms that blatantly go against my core values as a Christian. End. Of. Story.
So the next time you want to try and judge someone based on their presidential candidate of choice you might want to remember that we all desire a better America, and last time I looked neither one running for office was without fault. After the ballots are counted, celebrations and/or grievances are voiced, and then begins a new presidential term, we will all still stand on the same soil wanting the same overall liberties for our families. Regardless of who’s elected, We the People, in all our glorious, varying opinions are what America is all about.