It’s not over. I know that.
I usually spend election night in tears, and it’s usually because voter turn out is so low in Texas, my candidates lose, and I’m bracing myself for the slog that awaits me toward November (or worse, January when the TXLege returns).
Tonight, I’m overwhelmed because we are, for the first time, going to nominate a woman as the Democratic candidate for President of the United States. It’s really happening. These are happy tears.
I’m also shedding tears in solidarity with my friends who support Senator Sanders. I’ve been where you are often, and I remember all too well the sting and frustration. Please stay involved. This is a long game. Stay with me. I need you to stand with me. I can’t do this alone. Texas is too big to carry by myself.
I wish Ann Richards could have seen this. I wish Barbara Jordan could have seen this. I wish Annie Webb Blanton could have seen this. I wish my Great Aunt Mary, who was a suffragette, who turned 18 the year women won the right to vote, and who never missed an election, could see this.
It’s not over. The polls just closed in California, and Washington DC votes next week. We still have the DNC to get through in Philly. And when we’re done with that, it’s on to November. When that’s over, it’s time for May 2017, November 2017, then March 2018, May 2018, November 2018, and so on for the rest of my life.
IT NEVER STOPS. We can never slack off. We can never let someone else decide for us. It’s up to us, NOW, and ALWAYS, to keep moving forward, to keep our eyes on the next election, and the one after that.
Because Texas deserves better than Ted Cruz for a US Senator, and deserves better than Greg Abbott, Dan Patrick, Ken Paxton, Sid Miller, George P. Bush, Glen Hegar, and so on, and so forth.
Don’t write Texas off. Don’t count me out. We are strong, and we are STRONGER TOGETHER. Texas is worth fighting for, and I’m ready.