Election day is tomorrow - it is the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November. Ironically chosen to get people to the polls after harvest duties and with plenty of time to travel to the polling place without missing church, this is the day when (a few) Americans go to the polls to decide policy and which bickering lawmakers will be up for defeat in four to six years.
Michigan faces a full ballot proposal slate, ranging from a dove hunting season to mandating education funding. In between is one of the most devisive initiatives I can remember: Proposal 2. This little number is a tough one for me - the proposal seeks to ban affirmative action in the state. As a member of a diverse university community and a general believer that everyone should have equal opportunity I am very much on board. However, there's a big part of me that recalls those days in the spring of 1998 when I wasn't sure if this very same University would admit me because I was a middle class white male with above-average grades. I'm faced here with the change to retroactively cast a vote for myself or look forward and cast a vote for the community I joined six years later. I'm increasingly torn - the U is so strongly against this initiative and I support the fundamentals, but it is undeniably difficult to vote against the 17 year old mirror of me who is going to get a "Thank you for your application..." letter from Michigan. Weighing what the community should be against my personal feelings of reverse-discrimination is a battle that goes way beyond sidewalk chalkings and editorials in the Daily.