Dear Mr. Trump,
Let me start off by saying I believe in you. It took me a long time to get to this place. After the election, I was quite puzzled, honestly. Too sad to cry, too heavy to feel. Praying for our country in a way I had never felt the need to before. No, our household did not vote for you. But that does not mean we’ve given up on our awesome country. I’d like to think there are people out there who may be wiser than me and if half of our voters think there is hope in you, I won’t be quick to judge. We reap what we sow and that also plays into how we invest our love.
I understand that as much as there are reasons for people to grieve, there is obviously a population that is rejoicing. I don’t condemn them, nor do I find their happiness invalid. I get that in this past season of history, there has been an unspoken group of marginalized individuals that us minorities like to find their stories petty. This doesn’t make them any less of victims to feeling true neglect from society. The rural whites whom have felt misjudged, underrated, and shoved under the rug while the urban city folk who know little to nothing about respecting their elders, killing their own food, or changing their own oil are the ones controlling the new media about religion and ethics, gun control, and taxes. Black Lives Matter has shed a new light on how to view whites in general, while having a black president during this time did not help in making these individuals feel like they owe something for the privilege on their skin. Few were to blame, but most weren’t. And all of this chaos mixed with a lot of miscommunication and poor sense of judgement and compassion in many has led to where we are now: a nation under fire.
Though the unfortunate circumstances that many of your supporters have had to face during President Obama’s terms are very real and very legitimate, the wrath that is upon the marginalized now is more vile and tragic than ever. There is a difference between not getting a tax break and feeling misrepresented by the liberal media, and having actual knives pointed at you because of your faith system or your sexual orientation (which, by the way, one cannot simply control or change). I’m not saying these scenarios are new, but I am saying that since the announcement of this year’s presidential election results, a drastic and dark shift has been made on our nation and there are people out here who truly feel unprotected, scared, and terrifyingly alone.
Many of your supporters are confused and upset that “the whiny democrats” are throwing riots and creating an illusion that our country is doomed. They want people to calm down, to stop trying to change what they cannot control, and to simply give up. I first need you to understand that I am not a violent person. I almost always believe that the more peaceful a transaction can go, the better. With that being said, I don’t know how anyone in these individuals’ situation wouldn’t go crazy with the circumstances that are upon them. Though it may seem like an exaggeration, this idea of a doomed life is the inevitable reality of many folks who call this place home. I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but since yesterday there have been numerous cases of women getting their hijabs ripped off of their heads and being called unmentionable words. Imagine this is your mother, sister, or even your wife. Wouldn’t you want to do something dramatic so that maybe someone out there with a bigger voice can speak against the disgrace caused upon you and your loved ones? Some say it doesn’t matter at all how they’re treated because they’re “chicks.” To be frank, there have been some nasty remarks on how men can go about their bodies in general because of certain things you have personally done and said. (I understand that this was and is your private life, years ago… but here’s the thing: you’re going to be the president. Everything matters.) There are Mexican children being bullied to the corners of their schools by kids who’ve been spoon-fed ideals, thinking it is okay to tell their fellow classmates to “build a wall” for them. How would you like to hear that tragic tale from your own children or grandchildren as you await at the kitchen table from their day at school? Parents of gay and lesbian children are cautioning their kids not to expose who they really are in fear of unimaginable suffering, and even the most esteemed transgenders are conflicted in their value of life. No person should ever have to weigh the option of taking their own life for the sake of being accepted. For the sake of anything. My own mother who has been legally residing in this country and working her life away for the past 19 years is being scoffed at by new locals at the grocery store as they tell her to learn proper English or go home.
She is home. Or at least she thought she could call this place as such.
I get that there is a difference between the legal and illegal immigrants you’ve spoken about deporting.
I get that you believe you were simply having “light” locker room talk when speaking horrifically about women and their bodies.
I get that you are now having second thoughts about the promises you made regarding ejecting Muslims.
But not everyone whom have followed you can piece that together.
Many are still brewing up hate and loving it, thinking this is what their new president elect is about.
I understand that not every supporter of yours is closed-minded, that many of them chose you for the sake of being pro-life, getting out of debt, or not wanting a decorated liar in the Office. But with the way your campaigns have been ran up to this point, it has brought out a lot of people who’ve been waiting to run along someone who wouldn’t completely frown upon them for thinking certain thoughts about foreigners, women, homosexuals, and every other human on earth who isn’t exactly like them. People are truly, truly scared for their lives. Not necessarily because of what you as a president might do, but because of what the following whom you’ve created might believe and do in your name. The closet racists, sexists, and xenophobes are coming out, believing that they don’t have to feel shame in the awful things they believe about other human beings because they think you are here to back them up.
I need you more than ever, Mr. Trump. I need you to speak out.
I listened to your tone and your carefully selected words during the tired morning of November 9th as you humbly received Secretary Hillary Clinton’s concession. That’s just it — I never thought I’d use the term “humbly” when in reference to anything regarding you. Something about you switched. You no longer had the type of anger I always recalled you having. You didn’t have to put on this ugly mask of running a campaign anymore. You were simply grateful. You were finally being you. Yes, I have faith to believe that you are so much more than arrogance, pride, and ego. I think it was dawning upon you what a joy and honor it will be to be this person you’ve always imagined. Whether I wanted you in this position is no longer important. I’d like to see more of this new man, Mr. Trump. I will be the first to willingly admit, I may have been wrong about you.
But I need you to defend this country.
I get that this population of folks who needed an unashamed leader was an easy target for you. Like you’ve said yourself, you are a businessman. You see an opportunity, you seize it. But I also have serious hope that you are so much more than what the media and the corrupt society has told me you are. You are a father, a son, a brother, a friend. And soon, you will be our 45th president of the United States. Things are different now. People are looking up to you to be a model for them, a spokesperson for their dreams, a hero for their young ones, a light for us to want to keep lit. You are going to be the president and that means so much more than being rich, powerful, and famous. I want to give you the benefit of the doubt that you will step up to the plate. But in order for me to personally feel okay to introduce children to the truth of this presidential term, I need them to have a president who embodies a true leader.
I need you to apologize for the things that have been said, the hurt that has been spilled, the pain that you have caused, whether or not you thought it would go this far. I am a Christian, Mr. Trump. And according to you, you say that you are, too. If this is true, I would assume that you know that the process of repenting and forgiving is crucial for growth for all involved. We need you to lead by example in the things that can still be managed. We’re all looking for something authentic, something genuine, something from the heart. I need you to be bold and break the loud silence of discrimination and hate. I need you to represent all of us.
Tell the ones who want to oppress the vulnerable that it is wrong. Say that you may have spoken without thinking in the past and have done things without wisdom. Apologize and admit for once in your life that you have made mistakes. Because, right now, lives are literally at stake. You’ve received what you’ve wanted. You’ve won the election. You no longer need to fool people. You are a person who is entitled to make misguided judgments, just like the next citizen. Show these people who think it is okay to spray paint swastikas on the walls of immigrants’ homes that this is not what you stand for. Be the man we hope you can be. Because right now, you have the perfect opportunity to prove me and so many others wrong.
We’re looking to you. We are all looking to you.
We need you, Mr. President Elect.
I need you.
With all due respect,
A Concerned Yet Hopeful American