An open letter to the People of British Columbia
I’ve been told many times that to get anywhere in life, I have to be proactive and persistent, and there was part of me that believed that, on Tuesday the 14th of May, that was proven correct, but not in the way I hoped.
Triumph and confidence gave way to horror for the BC NDP and its supporters, as Christy Clark turned the tables around and won in a landslide, translating into another 4 years under the BC Liberals, it was said that around 48% of the populous turned out to vote in the advance polls and on the general voting day, putting us at the second lowest voter turnout in the country, one slot above Ontario.
Many of those who saw that would probably say that it was another sign of the “broken” voting progress, saying that nobody would give them a chance. And so, out of spite and protest of this “broken” system, they split the votes, taking the edge off the only real competition out there, or they don’t vote at all.
Well, I have a reality check for them, if they had bothered to show up to the polls, the tables could have been turned.
I was in my mid teens when the BC Liberals were first elected into office, feeling like I was old enough to start making my own decisions, but still having a lot to figure out, in a lot of ways, I was still a little girl. In the 12 years they were in power, I made every effort to hold onto the hope that the NDP would get back in, and there would be some positive changes made to our province (and in the case of the Federal election, Canada as a whole).
But for the third time last night, those hopes were slashed once again, and I find myself wondering how much more of this I can take.
And you want to know what’s really sad? It’s not the way the votes are counted or the way the slips are labelled that do in our chances of getting anywhere in this province (or this country) it’s the Cynics who say the electoral process is broken, that opposing parties will never get the chance to keep the majority party in check, and so they refuse to act, they refuse to take part, they no longer take less than an hour of their time to make a simple mark on a slip of paper anymore, they wind up fulfilling their own pessimistic prophecy.
British Columbia, you have let me down.