So when normal activities resumed, with encouragement from President Trump and Doug Ducey and against my warnings, my dad caught up with friends to sing a “Hard’s Day’s Night” together at a local karaoke establishment. He said to me, “Kristin, why would the governor and president say it was safe if it wasn’t?”
But it wasn’t safe. And my father paid with his life.
With the economy in freefall and 30 million people unemployed — the largest since the Great Depression — Donald Trump’s reopening pushed a false choice between public health and economic health. Sadly, he didn’t realize you can’t have an economic recovery without a strong and healthy workforce
Trump’s coronavirus decision-making process is and has been determined by his re-election aspirations. He is willing to sacrifice our loved ones and hopes that the American public will tolerate an unnecessarily high death count. It was recently reported that Jared Kushner scrapped a pandemic plan when it became obvious that “blue” states would be hit hardest. And we know that Indigenous, Black, and Latino people — people like me and my dad — are more likely to contract and die from coronavirus. Trump’s “suburban housewife” demographic remains largely untouched thus far, exposing that there are indeed two Americas: the America where my father died and the America where Trump lives and erroneously promotes the idea that reasonable pandemic safety precautions are civil rights violations.
My father raised me to be a patriot and a defender of democracy, which is why I am voting for Joe Biden. Not only is he the leader that will step into office on day one to contain the virus but he also will defend the freedoms and liberties of each of us.
I do this work out of love. Love for Dad, love for humanity, and love for democracy.