After the last primary when the media prematurely called it for Hillary, I ordered a Bernie tee shirt. I felt like it was the right thing to do. I wanted to continue to support Bernie as he angled toward the convention. When the shirt arrived though, it was a medium. I’d ordered an extra large. I held it up to my chest and commented to my fiance that it seemed to sum up how the primaries had gone.
And now, it’s more than a little disheartening that Bernie came out for Hillary yesterday, but it isn’t surprising. Over a month ago in a live-streamed speech Bernie said as much.
“The major political task that we face in the next five months is to make certain that Donald Trump is defeated and defeated badly. And I personally intend to begin my role in that process in a very short period of time.”
I can’t disagree with any of that.
He identified a common enemy and weighing the options, which in an American election is always just the lesser of two evils, he chose his path. I’ve seen some people mention that there was pressure brought to bear and that he hasn’t actually conceded, and that may be technically true, but we all know the reality. Short of the emails somehow leading to an indictment in the very near future, Hillary is assured the nomination, and I think we all know the chances of both of those things.
So what to do now?
Some people have resorted to name calling. Like petulant children they posted things like this on social media:
“Went home at lunch and seen America die.. how nice.. thanks Bernie”
“BSDMs already lost 1000 members since the announcement….crumbling at the seams.”
I get it. It’s easy to lose heart. It’s easy to unlike and tune out and walk away with twenty-seven less dollars—sometimes per month—and say, “Fuck it all.”
But are we crumbling? Are we really? Bernie is the first politician I have ever believed in. He was a long shot at best, but he gave us hope. He moved the Democrats to the left. He proved super PACs were not needed. During his rally here in Seattle, I had goose bumps for large portions of the event. It was a future to believe in, and none of that will ever go away.
Now, that doesn’t mean I’m abandoning ship and switching to Hillary, but I’d never tell Bernie to go fuck himself. I respect the man, and I understand he’s in a hard position so what I think he would say is this.
Vote your conscience but don’t let your emotions get the better of you. Know what you’re voting for, even if you’re only voting against someone or not voting at all. Know what that action means. And regardless of who you vote for—if indeed you do vote—we should not crumble. We should not go gently into the good night. If we truly believe in revolution then the process has only just begun. There are victories to be had in the House and in the Senate. There are victories to be had in the state elections. And who knows? The email thing hasn’t quite died just yet.
Do not despair thus. Do not give up hope. The revolution might take a little longer than we’d hoped for, but if we stay true it can yet happen. Maybe in the mid-term elections. Maybe in 2020. We need to imagine it and hold true to that dream. That, in my humble opinion, is what this website is all about. Holding true to the dream.
And as for the shirt. I returned it and ordered this one. Extra large.
It’s perfect for the current times for who but the dreamers ever achieve the dream? Bernie is a dreamer. I am too. And we’re not the only ones.
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
That $27 I donated was an investment, and though the return might not be immediate, the day will come my friends. It will come.