Kelly Stout writes about the election

(written by lawrence krubner, however indented passages are often quotes). You can contact lawrence at:, or follow me on Twitter.

She writes:

The Clinton campaign itself responded to Trump’s historic hatred with an ad that featured young girls listening to Trump’s words as they inspected themselves in the mirror. The ad’s implicit promise was that a vote for Hillary Clinton might unsay Trump’s words and deliver us a nation in which little girls can get dressed for school without ever having heard Donald Trump’s voice in the other room saying, “A person who’s flat-chested—it’s very hard to be a ‘10.’” Your vote, the thinking went, might have protected young girls from hearing a man say “she ate like a pig,” or “she’s a slob” on television.

It didn’t, of course. Besides, what he said cannot be unsaid, and a woman President would not have dulled misogyny’s sharp edges that have cut you, your friends, your mother, and your sister your entire lives, and raised Donald Trump up to be a millionaire and the next President of the United States. But in her concession speech, this morning, Clinton spoke directly to those young girls: “To all the little girls watching, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful.”

Perhaps in that, you heard a directive to raise up our daughters in the shadow of this defeat with courage, integrity, warmth, and bravery. Perhaps you felt stunned, knowing as we do now that white women voted overwhelmingly in favor of white supremacy and patriarchal power. You may also have heard a note of resignation to the facts of adult life in America for women. On on your path from growing from a girl to a woman, you’ve been touched by the poison of injustice, then told you were not.

You have battled sexism without fanfare for as long as you can remember. Maybe hearing Trump brag about grabbing Jill Harth “by the pussy” brought to mind your own sexual assault and injured you again. Maybe you were quietly laid off after you had a baby. Maybe you had to hold it all day because you feared that as a trans woman, you might be bullied just for using the bathroom. Perhaps you stood in front of a judge and were told you were worthless because you chose to be a mother full-time instead of a breadwinner. Maybe you watched your male coworker take credit for your work so many times that the only thing you could think to do at the end of the day was cry. Maybe you can’t quite name the pain, and almost can be convinced it isn’t there. Maybe your uncle said you were “lucky” to have graduated from such a good college. The slap from your boyfriend, the grope on the bus, the cold of your house keys between your fingers when you walk home at night are sensations that a woman president will not dull.

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