This is probably the sort of thing that should wait until after primaries and conventions, when “feelings" have cooled, when people are asked to “accept reality.”
But this is reality.
We are the same, you and I. We’ve spent lifetimes, long or short, fighting to be heard, not just for ourselves, but for so many others who do not have our words, who can’t speak for themselves, because they’ve never known how.
If it’s her, how wonderful, after all this time, that she, that WE, should have that voice. If it’s him, what a glorious day, that we could finally, after all this time, be heard.
Fight. Fight with all you have to be heard, to be counted.
But, if you have a memory that lives longer than a season, don’t fight your brother. Don’t fight your sister.
They’ve been fighting for you for such a very long time. Even if it doesn’t feel that way. Of a season.
I await your objections below. Until then, may I have this dance?