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74 Days | Kamala

83 Days | "Donald Trump thinks this country belongs to him. But Joe Biden knows it belongs to all of us. To the people. And together, the people are going to take it back." - Kamala Harris

I. Am. Here. For This. 77 Days | It’s not lost on me that 100 years ago I, as a woman, wouldn’t have the voice I do today.

But as far as we’ve come, then and now — we’ve still got work to do! #Vote

74 Days | We are born of immigrants.

I was not expecting the ugly cry last night when I saw Kamala Harris take the stage after this intro. As a young girl in America, I have been told I couldn’t or I wouldn’t or I shouldn’t. That young girls don’t do this or can’t be that.

I’ve heard everything from, “That’s not how a young lady behaves.” to “You better get on having kids - you’re not getting any younger.”

Hell, as recently as 2016, I was still being told, “Girls can’t be Ghostbusters.” You want to see what many in this country think about women? Go to any comments section of the “Girls Ghostbuster” movie. Bring a puke bucket with you.

I’ve been called a bitch, and I’m sure far worse. I’ve been told I’m “not maternal” because, as early as high school, I knew I didn’t want kids before 30.

I’ve had people judge me - immediately - because I am a woman, with short purple hair (the horror!) and the mouth of a sailor. I come with opinions — and, oh Lord, do I come with facts. I do not believe in being silent, because I have been silenced. And I get that there are still people who struggle with strong women, even more so - with strong Black and Brown women. And, oddly, those people often struggle with facts, too, now that I think of it.

But that’s on them, not me. Not us. Anything you can do, we can do better. And we're not going anywhere.

I am who I am today, because of what this country offered to my great-grandparents who came through Ellis Island by way of Russia in the early 1900s.

Hope. Promise. Something DIFFERENT. A fighting chance.

I am who I am today, because of how I was raised. Yes, there is fiery Jersey blood coursing in these veins. Blood that is Russian. And Irish. And German.

But I am American through and through.

To my core, I am who I am today because of the generations before me that fought for a better life for their children, and their children’s children, and me — the great-grandchild they never met.

I am here today because of those generations that TOLD ME I could be anything and do anything. Those generations that raised strong women — and they expected us to do the things others said we could not do.

And, you know we’ve done them, too.

We all come from somewhere. What makes this country beautiful is this one fact alone — we are all different. Our stories are all different, all unique — but when laced together, you find the AMERICAN novel.

For better, or worse.

We were NEVER meant to be the same or think the same or be told how to feel. We knew our differences would be a challenge, but we also knew that those very same differences would be our strength. That they would make us BETTER.

That, at the end of the day, we would choose truth over lies - bravery over fear - promise over deceit - freedom over tyranny.

Because THAT is the American way — doing the thing they said you could not do, and doing it in a way where you are the beacon of light, of promise, for all who need a fighting chance.

And to see a Black, Indian woman - the daughter of immigrants - accept the Vice Presidential nomination last night in the year 2020. Well, to me. There is simply nothing more American than that. #VOTE

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