I live in a state where early voting is allowed, and easily accessible. People at the Polling station were friendly and relatively relaxed. No one was listening to, or reporting, early return results. There were no long lines, no waiting period at all. I was in and out in less than ten minutes, despite taking my time and mentally reviewing everything I could remember about the candidates. There were some names I did not recognize; fortunately they were either unopposed, or were running against people I did know about and intended to vote for.
Being an independent, I did not vote along party lines. I voted for the candidate that I truly believed would do the best job and in at least two cases, despite being very disappointed in them for letting me down by not doing what they had said they would do. Fortunately, it is not necessary for me to like a candidate in order to believe that they are at least a better choice, if not ideally suited in terms of my preferences.
When possible, I voted for candidates who did not indulge in mudslinging and blatant lies. I voted for candidates whose concerns have at least seemed to put the needs of their constituents and those of the country ahead of personal gain; at least, I did so when I could see some evidence that this might be true.
But we are a democracy, and we are also a polarized country. No matter who wins, almost half of the voters will feel defeated. If the past twenty or so years are any predictor for the future, this will result in more bitterness, more lies, and more attempts to discredit the winning candidate and his or her party regardless of what (or who) is destroyed in the process.
Two years down the road, when we have our next big election, will we have overcome this tendency? Or will self-service and greed have resulted in two more years of stalemate and wasted taxpayer funds on yet another do-nothing Congress?
Election day was once a day of renewed hope—a day when we could anticipate new ideas, new commitment to the nation, and the retirement of ideas that no longer work, along with their supporters.
Maybe I have just grown old and disillusioned. This time, I left the polling place being glad on the one hand that there was only one week to have to listen to the incessant whine of political ads telling me why I shouldn’t vote for an opponent, instead of why I should vote for the speaker. My phone calls may once again be from real people instead of computerized voices telling me who I should vote for. On the other hand, I am not hoping for much from the new configuration of elected officials, so there was no reason to anticipate any long-term climate change in politics after the election. Talk about mixed feelings!
But I voted. I voted responsibly and fairly. At least I can still do that.
As to the future, for once in my life I would be absolutely ecstatic to be proven wrong. Because if I am wrong, then there are good days ahead for the USA. I want so very much to be wrong.