Election Reflection: Danielle Moore C'18
I come from a county in rural Pennsylvania that turned red last night––not the red of someone blushing, as though it was rightfully embarrassed of who it was voting for, and whose lives it might ruin by doing so. No. Early on election night, my county turned a blistering, incontrovertible red––the red of a rage that, like its voters, was blind to reason. On top of this, I was raised Catholic. I attended Catholic school from my first day of Pre-K to the day I graduated high school. That’s where I met the people I would consider my two best friends on this planet. I am certain that both of them voted for Trump. Both are bracingly intelligent young women who had the misfortune of being raised by a religion that shamed them into becoming single-issue voters, for whom abortion is a mortal sin whose abolishment is of utmost importance. (One has also said to my face that she did not believe that a woman could - not should, but could - be president.) Were it not for Trump’s (nominal) Pro-Life stance, I assure you, the faith in which I was raised would not have endorsed him.