Letters From Millennial Voters

Read all of them here. Another:

I was born in 1986, and graduated from college in the winter of 2008 – right at the moment of the financial collapse. But I see, and many of my friends see, that our workforce woes were created by the policies of George W. Bush. Because that is the fact of the matter.

Facts, more than political orientations, are what I see as defining my generation. Our species has never had such unprecedented access to them. I can't think of a time that a bar debate didn't end with my friends pulling out their smartphones to find out the actual truth. We don't need to fight over who directed it; IMDB is a click away. I see this as distinct from my parents generation: the ubiquitous and sophisticated hoaxes on the Internet have given us finely-tuned bullshit radars, and I'm actually much less likely to believe something I've read than the boomers in my life (until I've checked snopes).

Pundits on both ends of the political spectrum have been crowing about how much the youth loves Obama. That may be so. But I think just as many were absolutely repulsed by Romney. Most of my friends were reading the news more for the fact-checking than for the analysis, and for anyone paying attention Romney was clearly more apt to lie. We saw a man who seemed totally incapable of speaking the truth.

Another reader:

Confession: The first time I saw a man kiss another man was on an episode of the Real World: San Francisco.  I can't explain my reaction to it, except to say my stomach turned a little bit.  I don't know why it happened either and I'm not proud of it.  But it happened and I think it was because I'd never imagined such a thing.  Having been raised in Tennessee, such a thing was wrong.

Pedro Zamora was the first gay man I ever met.  By the end of that season, I found myself crying over his death.  Today I have a number of gay and lesbian friends – some number as some of my closest friends.  So … confession number 2: Last night as I watched Glee, I got a little misty eyed when Kurt said "I love you" to Blaine. I must be a softie.

Love is love.  Love is powerful.  And it is increasingly winning my generation over.

Another illustrates that perfectly:

As a millennial who was able to vote in the last two elections, my vote was split between the two parties. In '08, I was comfortable with a McCain presidency (not so much a Palin VP, but I was willing to put faith in McCain's health keeping her from ever sitting in the oval office). But over the last four years, equal marriage rights became an increasingly important issue to me (not that it wasn't before 2008), and my disillusionment with the Republican party came to a head. My initial support of the party was rooted in economic issues, but the debt ceiling fiasco showed me that the Republicans in office were willing to act like insufferable toddlers if it meant making Obama look bad, our nation's credit rating be damned. 

When I renewed my driver's license after moving to a new state, the clerk also updated my voter registration and asked my political party. I had finally reached a point where I couldn't associate with the Republican party, but the fiscal conservative in me stopped short of telling the clerk to put me down as a Democrat.

It boils down to this: I refuse to consider myself part of a political party that doesn't support equal rights for all Americans, regardless of sexuality. This was why I supported Jon Huntsman in the primaries and Obama on Election Day. Until the Republican presidential candidate supports equal marriage rights, the party will never earn my vote. I can't trust someone to fix the economy that doesn't view all citizens as equal; it's a prerequisite in my eyes.