I remember a time of caring about politics. It was 1992, and I was a 21-year-old college junior at Florida Atlantic University in Boca Raton, Fla.

When George W. Bush won his first election, I began to turn away. During his first years in office, I didn't hear or see him at all, because I simply couldn't bare it, my dislike for him was so strong. After 9-11, I turned off news and politics completely. Jeb Bush becoming governor of Florida made me almost glad I was leaving, running west to California.
I turned away just when I should have been paying attention.
I remember sitting in my living room when a press conference with George W. Bush came on. It was right when he was beginning to be questioned about the lack of WMDs, and about attacking Saddam instead of Bin Laden. I left it on and sat down and listened. It was the first time I'd heard the voice of George W. Bush since he took office.
By then, I had taken to reading the New York Times, so I wasn't completely living under a rock. Still, it has felt like a journey back. I find myself thinking about what's finally woken me up, and here it is:
- Reading feminist blogs - There's so much politics and information there that directly affects and moves me.
- The recent supreme court decision banning an important and safer late-term abortion procedure, and the government funding of abstinence-only education and deceptive women's "clinics" that serve only to keep women from obtaining an abortion by lying to them. Don't even get me started on parental consent laws and the like. And anti-abortion people who at the same time don't support the use of birth control.
- The fact that Hillary Clinton is running for president, and my realization that her campaign personally matters to me.
I've definitely been feeling like this is all too soon, but the race has started, and BlogHers Act started up, and I guess I feel like the damn election is here already whether I like it or not. I suspect the early start to the race has more to do with the disaster of George W. Bush and his administration than anything else. We need to look towards the end of his presidency to have hope.
I'm sure I will be writing more about my support for Hillary Clinton for president in the months ahead. The more specific whys. For now, for this post, the topic is my increasing turn back towards caring and hoping.
In June, I became a Democrat.
This week, I made my first campaign contribution ever.
And I signed up over at www.hillaryclinton.com. Like, I gave them all my contact info. To a political campaign.
I don't know where this will lead. I'm not sure if I'm ready, or how involved I want to get.
But I do know that I care, whether I want to or not. And I can't deny how very, very much it all matters.
I care a lot, and I'm scared that I will get involved and let myself care and then the Republicans will somehow win again. I'm smart enough to know that the only way to stop that from happening is to shake off my fear, channel that outspoken 21-year-old who cheered when Bill Clinton won and who didn't know a post 9-11 America, and get involved. I think I'm ready to get involved and see if I can make a difference.
I don't know how far my involvement will go, but I have taken some small steps in.
Because when I think about Hillary Clinton becoming president, I feel more hope and more excitement than I have felt in years. When I think about Hillary Clinton becoming president, I start to believe there is hope after all these years of darkness.
Check out this Salon column by Rebecca Traister entitled, "Hillary is us." It's a good place to start.
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