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This morning, I got out of bed extra early, so I could be one of the first at my polling place. Well, actually, I got out of bed extra early ‘cause my back was hurting me and I couldn’t stand it, but that’s beside the point. I still like voting early on Election Day. And, even after all these years, I am still moved by the experience. As corny as it sounds, I think of the great sacrifices that have been made to ensure that I can cast my vote. This morning in particular, my thoughts went to Suffragettes and civil rights workers, individuals who saw it as their personal mission to ensure that women and people of color can legally and safely vote. I thought of my brothers and sisters in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, who only recently had their first opportunity to vote in a democratic, though deeply flawed election. I thought about how proud I felt on Election Day two years ago, when this country finally grew up and elected its first President of color.
My vote counts. Your vote counts. I believe this, even when my candidate or proposition doesn’t win. Read the propositions, study the supporting and dissenting arguments, get into debates with others, and make decisions. Vote even if it’s inconvenient or you don’t think your candidate will win. Vote even if political ads and the media have left a disgusting taste in your mouth. Vote even if you’re mad about what’s happening in our country – or maybe especially if you’re mad. Voting is your right, but also your responsibility. Four years ago, millions of Congolese walked miles and stood for hours in long lines to cast their votes, because they felt an abiding sense of hope for their country. I hope that you will always appreciate what your vote means.
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