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Making Sense of The 2020 US Presidential Election
I think it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the first two weeks of November have been tumultuous. It had quite a profound impact on me.
Before the election, I was fully prepared that either candidate may win (my apologies to Jo Jorgensen, who I didn’t think stood a chance). Still, on election night, seeing the red haze, I was down in the dumps. To be brutally honest, it killed my hope for humanity. (Melodramatic me!)
It was a sobering night. When the next day dawned, I felt like a veil was lifted off my eyes, but it was only my rose-tinted glasses that were removed.
The next few days saw Joe Biden catching up as the states counted the mail-in ballots. I obsessively checked the numbers, not daring to hope, unable to feel very happy or sad. The number of people who voted for Donald Trump was significant.
In my rose-tinted-glasses-world, Biden would’ve won easily — not because I love him, but because Trump has proven himself to be quite vile.
I’m not American, I’m writing because this has been bothering me. So, I’m not trying to change minds. Not being a citizen, I’m not partisan by any means though my beliefs would make someone proclaim I’m a Democrat. The truth is, I’m…
