On Sunday, a friend tweeted:
I was born & raised in South Georgia and can tell you that the anti-Democratic brain rot is so strong in the Deep South that voters would rather support a child molester — alleged or confirmed.
And I was immediately outraged. How could these voters continue to support someone with this history?
Then my own personal hero Senator Al Franken was accused of sexual misconduct. I’m a total fangirl of his. I’ve given him money. I’ve tweeted and emailed him begging him to consider a presidential run. I told Nick that if we have a Warren-Franken or Franken-Warren ticket in 2020, I’ll quit my job and campaign for them.
Al Franken is my homeboy because he works hard to champion all the causes I care about in the senate. He is nothing if not masterful at questioning witnesses and nominees. He cares about mental health and global climate change perhaps even more than I do. He finds Ted Cruz to be a despicable human being. So do I.
So I was heartbroken when Nick slid his phone over to me this morning to show me the news. My disappointment loomed over my day, but it also led me to ponder, can a person change? Can the good they’ve done make up for the bad? Can I forgive?
I wasn’t sure until I thought about that guy I wrote about in my last post. If he spent the last decade passionately championing all the issues important to me and stopped harassing women, and genuinely felt bad about the pain he caused, could I forgive him and vote for him for United States Senator?
I barely even had to think about it. I had my answer: Absolutely. I think the good deeds would outshine a one-time lapse in judgment. Would the good deeds outshine continued or chronic misconduct? There I’m going to go with not a snowflake’s chance in a Minnesota summer (read: hot. Minnesota is not always covered in snow).
Al Franken’s victim reported today that she accepted his apology and would leave any further action to voters in my home state of Minnesota to decide.
I’m not saying this to condone anyone’s behavior. I think it’s appalling what Sen. Franken apologized for doing. And I decline to decide today whether this changes things for me.
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