It’s old news that many people opened Facebook accounts to help Hillary Clinton’s 2016 presidential campaign. I was one of them. Personally, I didn’t need social media to be sociable so my interest was mostly in their investment value. Speak of opening a can or worms. I witnessed, first hand, how the 2016 election was stolen during an ongoing coup d’état which promised to take down the American government, as we knew it.
Characters larger than fiction became a part of our every day life and we saw and heard the erosion of everything of value in our lives. Bernard Sanders, Donald Trump, Mitch McConnell, Putin, Ted Cruz, to name a few are people that I knew existed but had never attracted my attention. We all know how this house of horrors unfolded. By 2021 we have taken down most of the Fascist in high power positions, but not all, buried over 500 thousand fellow Americans, have witnessed how children were torn from their parents arms and thrown into American Concentration camps, seen the endless food lines, witnessed the misery of evictions and the horror of the slime of fascism coming to finish us off. We are not politicians or military people but we grouped and regrouped and emerged as citizens that would protect the Republic, come hell or high waters.
Not really knowing how to tackle such a huge endeavor I adopted the policy on one. Convert one Republican to Democrat. Convince one person to offer another a ride to the polls. Convince one person to register. Convince another to vote. Remind one person to remember to place two stamps on the mail in ballot. Tell one person of the free rides available to the pools. Reach one person about what to do if their right to vote was behind denied. I swamped the internet with meme’s rich in facts. I provided information that would help people comprehend that sitting this one out was going to cost them their very lives.
Slowly, the sleeper, American voter, awakened. Facebook started sending me monthly reports informing that my page had 670,000 hits. My policy of one was working.
Just like me, there were thousands of people, that I named, “heavy hitters’. People, that put their lives and time on hold to change an outcome that would have make slaves of all of us. This “Heavy Hitters Club”, we disagreed about nearly everything, except the love we feel for our country and our fellow citizens. ” Heavy Hitters” , if you see this, I salute you.
When you have the time and inclination tell you children and grandchildren the story of The Resistance.