by Gabbie RobbinsI was 8 or 9, and people were saying to impeach the President. I couldn't really grasp why, but I knew he cheated on his wife, the First Lady. I remember people saying she was a bitch, probably a lesbian, and heard the word pant suit without really understanding why. Her husband cheated on her! That was bad! But on TV they showed her standing next to him, looking graceful like a queen. I re-contextualized it when I was ten, around the time of the presidential election where I knew my mom thought this Gore guy was an idiot but I kind of liked him because he liked trees, and being really fascinated (read, sexually confused) by the idea that Hillary Clinton was a lesbian. Then, she didn't cross my mind again, for three years. For one thing, I was strangely well informed about the "cheating" that took place in the election, for a fifth grader, and only became more frustrated about it when the Dixie chicks backed me up and I had a shouting match with my mom before school because I said I didn't support Bush either, and she said that no matter what we stand behind the President. For another, I was entering middle school and therefore, very busy, and so other things drew my attention. But at some point, I became interested in motivational speaking. It developed slowly, as I saw speakers at school, and then faster as I came to see more presentations through leadership groups and forums. But the one speaker I wanted to listen to on repeat was Hillary Clinton. I couldn’t believe how naturally and honestly she spoke. Her subtle attitude, her surety - she was everything about poise that I wanted to project. But when it was time for the primaries again, my main frustration was that I was too young to vote. I obsessed like I should have been obsessing about boy bands. I knew everything about the candidates and knew I wanted Hillary to be President more than anything. The first female President. I needed it to be possible for a woman to be President. But I would miss the cut off for voting age by a few months, and so I was merely a spectator. And of course, no matter how much I'd loved Hillary's healthcare reform ideas, her poised, determined attitude, her grace, when Barack Obama became the candidate for the Democratic party, I was disappointed, but stood behind him and my party - Hillary’s party. The icing on the cake would of course be Hillary becoming Secretary of State. At least she was in the right building again, finally. And I respected her foreign policy and Healthcare ideas straight through. I didn’t falter through Benghazi, and I didn’t care about her damn emails. 100%. Hillary. I was with you 100%; from my first memories of political consciousness I have been ready for Hillary. But Madame Secretary, I've been learning. More in the last four years than in maybe the previous 20 combined. And I loved you for all the right reasons but I ignored a lot. I think the problem was that I didn't keep researching. The problem was really me, assuming that because I thought she was great, that somehow even if she wasn't saying it, she agreed with me on the issues. On gay marriage. On environmental protection. The patriot act. And wall Street. And super PACs, and the keystone pipeline, and the carbon tax. Madame Senator, what HAPPENED? I thought we were friends. I really did. And maybe I was blinded by the justice I need, that it needs to be possible for a woman to be President, to be in the Oval Office, to be Commander in Chief. And if it were just about that now, I'd be by your side. But I can't vote for you this time, now that I can vote in the primaries. I just can’t. When you stood up at the debate and started to speak, I felt like I was meeting you for the first time. You sounded...conservative. You were dead center, well lit and confident, and you were a stranger. I can’t imagine how I thought you so revolutionary. How I thought you would bring about major changes, bring the country into the future. I did not know this candidate. Hillary, it felt fake. I’m 24 years old. When I’m 33, I’ll be done paying for college. I just spent 9 months working six blocks from Wall Street, but living in Bushwick, and I was able to see in a single commute what this billionaire economy is doing to the middle class. I’m heartbroken that, now that I know it’s possible to do without, you still felt the need to include billionaire bankers and super PACs in your campaign. I’m beyond heartbroken to find you’ve only been behind gay rights since 2010. I can’t believe you signed your name to the Keystone Pipeline, and not to the Carbon Tax. In this day and age, that you couldn’t produce an answer on the legalization of marijuana, when we are living in an American era of mass incarceration which is perpetuating this loophole slavery of lower and lower-middle-class black Americans, in a system where we’re allowing private companies to run our prisons, it’s appalling. It’s not a drug issue- it’s a class and race issue. And honestly, I don’t think you’re informing your political moves with an emotional and logical full knowledge of the implications of a class divided culture. And I’m hurt. I have literally cried about it - about not being able to stand behind a candidate who has been my role model since childhood. About losing Hillary as a hold-fast. Honestly, I can’t believe how much it hurts to be awake in this, Hill. To look at this world, at MY COUNTRY, and to know that I have to give you up, when I thought you were the cure for our ills; I can’t describe how disappointed I am. Nor can I reinforce enough how grateful I am that there is a candidate who does stand for what I believe, and for what America wants, and not for what the small controlling population of rich, white Americans feel is best for their interests. Bernie Sanders can begin to bring about what America will need to become to survive. We are unsustainable, as a nation. In our consumption, in our incarceration, in our population, in our taxation, in our education, and in our engagement as a nation. America is disconnected, politically, from the people for whom the flag is supposed to stand. Decisions are not being made that reflect the wants or priorities of the public, and I feel Bernie Sanders understands that we might be ready for a revolution. For social and economic change and growth, so that we can be the best country, as we’re raised to believe. So that we can be the powerhouse, the shining example that American children are taught that our system is. We need law enforcement reform, we need gun control (please research Bernie Sanders’ real opinions on gun control before you presume to know), we need education reform, and we need tax reform. We need less military spending, and more investment in roads and infrastructure, in students and in job creation. We need less of major corporations getting bills passed that benefit the 1%, and not the 99%. We need a cop on the beat at Wall Street, and less heavy penalties for small possession charges targeting Americans of color. We need immigration law reform, and less animosity towards immigrants. We need rights for non-gender-conforming and non-heterosexual Americans. We need to be a nation, by the people, FOR the people, and Bernie Sanders stands ready to push us into the next era of America. He is not un-electable. Not if we vote for him. If you vote for Bernie in the primaries, we may be able to vote for him in the general election. Please visit his website, and get ready to break up with Hillary Clinton.
I’m a generally goofy, caffeinated, motivational speaker.
I’m 24, I live in Bushwick, Brooklyn, and when I’m not blogging or taking weird pictures, I’m an office manager at a marketing company in Manhattan.
My boyfriend Conor and I like to go to museums, street fairs, and pretentious movies (he majored in screenwriting at NYU). My friends and I like to play video games, Magic the Gathering, and just generally laze about laughing incessantly.
I like to dress, cook, explore, sew, take pictures, and make various socio-political stands, while I work towards a career in motivational speaking at middle and high schools.