Election through Eyes of 12-Year-Old Girl

Election through Eyes of 12-Year-Old Girl


The year 2016 was an extremely hectic and boisterous year, filled with much hope and despair. And after the election, a great deal of anger and sorrow clouded America. 

This year’s election was the first election I have truly been involved with, being a 12-year-old girl. Many candidates were running, some good and some bad. However, there was one candidate who truly stood out to me with her powerful and righteous motives: Hillary Clinton. I agreed with her plans to create a fair tax system, protect animals and wildlife, as well as making college debt-free. Most of all, however, I agreed with her motive to make all people equal. She wanted to fight for racial rights, worker and laborer’s rights, disability rights, and most especially, women’s rights. That is exactly what I wanted. 

After a year of campaigning, full of trial and error, hate and love, success and failure, Clinton and Donald Trump were fighting for the White House. I paid so much attention to the Democratic side of the election, I had not really noticed the Republican side. After doing some research about Trump and asking some family members about him, I came to a final and very justifiable conclusion that Trump was a corrupt man. He was a number of terrible things, and to name a few, he was: racist, sexist, xenophobic and a bigot. 

Soon enough, election day came rolling around the corner, and I was praying that Clinton would become president. I was confident that she would beat Trump by miles. After all, the United States of America is the land of the free and the home of the brave, so why would we elect a man that is utterly unfit to be president? I knew that the people of America were good and thus, why would we elect a racist and an overall abhorrent man? 

I remember the day so well. I came home from school and finished my homework. Thereafter, I excitedly entered my living room and started watching the election. At first, Trump was in the lead, which I had expected since the polls were only from the southeastern states, which were predominantly Republican. As time went on, though, my family and I grew worried. As more polls started coming in, my heart sank. It was now all clear — Clinton had no chance; Trump would be the United States’ president-elect. 

Tears filled my eyes — something I had worked so hard for would all go down the drain. The blood, sweat and tears that so many of us had shed during the Clinton campaign, and most especially all the hard work she had put into helping others for her entire life, was all smashed into bits and pieces, crumpled up into a ball of paper and thrown away. The reality hit me, though I so dearly did not want to accept it: candidate Trump was now president-elect Trump. 

As I sat in a chair, I just stared at the floor in utter disbelief. I had been so certain that Clinton would become president. There was no other candidate fit for office other than she. She is my president. Two days later, I knew something: although Trump may have been elected president, he is not my president, and will never be my president. He is not our president. She is our president.

Throughout my entire life, my parents have taught me to be a kind and considerate person, and to work hard in school, to succeed in life. Taking this into account, I am still flabbergasted that America has elected Trump. He is not a role model, no, he is a reality TV star. He is not a president, no, he is a man who wishes that he could be one, but knows he can never be one. 

Horrible words spill out of his mouth, hurting so many people, and somehow, for some terrible reason, it gets him more votes. The hurtful comments that he shouts so victoriously out of his mouth are things that no man should ever say to a woman, much less a man who is running for president, and much, much less than a man who is going to be our president. 

On the night of Nov. 8, I lay in my bed, trying so hard to fall asleep, and I knew I was not alone. Appalling words flashed through my mind: “... They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists… And some, I assume, are good people,” “... I’d look at her right in that fat, ugly face of hers, I’d say ‘Rosie, you’re fired,’” and “... if Ivanka weren’t my daughter, perhaps I’d be dating her,” as well as many other abominable things.

As a girl, this deeply affects me, to know that a man who has said something like, “... And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Whatever you want. Grab them by the [expletive deleted],” is our president. I wouldn’t want a man like this near me, much less given the highest office in the land. 

In addition, Trump’s ideas are absolutely preposterous. No LGBT or women’s rights? No abortions? Building a wall between the United States and Mexico and saying that Mexico is going to pay for it? Taking muslims out of the country and deporting illegal immigrants? 

Nevertheless, here we are, in 2016, after the election, and as Barak Obama said, “The sun will come up in the morning,” and sure enough, it did. Although, I am still maddened as to how America — the land of the free and the home of the brave —  let such an incompetent and disgusting man become our president. What baffles me the most, however, is that we chose him over a woman. 



Madison Tiaffay is an Alameda resident.