Dear Mr. Trump,
Hi, how are you? Are you satisfied with the weather we’ve been having? How’s the family?
You see, you don’t know me but in my twenty-two years of life, I’ve been taught to ask such questions to everyone regardless of my ultimate feelings toward them. To reiterate, I’m only 22 and my life experience is bleak. I’ve experienced heartache and pain but overall I’ve never had any complete life-altering experience, except moving when I was thirteen. But you don’t care about that.
I write this because ever since you announced you were running for president, I haven’t had the right words to express how I feel and within weeks, you will be our president, and I think I’ve finally found what I want to say to you and maybe your supporters, if they’ll listen.
When I was in eighth grade a boy named Brandon began taunting me about my religion. At first, I let it roll off my back. I just had a bat mitzvah and made a lot of money from reading out of a Torah. I didn’t care what a boy in my pre-algebra class said and why should I? Then it hit me: This boy didn’t like me because of my religion and the more I thought about it the angrier I felt.
I then thought back to other times in my life where I wasn’t included in things because of my religion and for the first time in my life, I felt the hatred that exists in the world. I read about such hatred in school, such events that changed the course of history, but one can never understand the magnitude until they experience it themselves.
Even with a college degree I still have trouble fathoming the multiplicities of life. I don’t understand how people can hate somebody because of what color their skin is or what religion they practice. I don’t understand how males can speak so ill of women. Worst of all, I don’t understand how somebody can do all this and still become the next leader of the United States of America.
This is your victory, sir, and I will never take that away from you. Congratulations. I truly hope this job is everything you wanted and I hope you understand the weight this job holds.
You’re our line-leader for the next four years and when you stop walking, we follow suit. As you lead, I kindly ask you to demonstrate kindness. When you hate, others find it okay to hate as well. It’s a backward way of thinking but it happens. I ask you to think of the people who don’t have a voice.
I ask you to think of all the people, like my infant niece who can either grow up defeated or confident because of her gender. I don’t ever want to see my niece be stigmatized. I don’t want anybody to be stigmatized.
I’m 22 and I have a lot of living and learning left to do. I’m open to change and open to acceptance. I hope you are too. Good luck sir.
Sincerely,
A Middle-class
Woman.
