So.
College is bullshit.
College is a training ground for the real world – a world where women, people of color, the LGBTQIA+ community, disabled people, people with mental illnesses, and veterans don’t matter.
I’m sure someone’s reading this right now and thinking, “Oh wow, all this just to say ‘Black Lives Matter’ or ‘Fuck Donald Trump.’ I’m just gonna exit the tab now.”
YOU need to keep reading.
Because you are what needs to change.
Donald Trump is a bigot.
He’s a racist, sexist, disrespectful piece of shit.
But you know what?
He wasn’t hiding it.
He wasn’t saying ‘Hi’ to me in the hallways with a smile on his face.
He wasn’t sitting next to me in class and whispering to me about how stupid the day’s lecture was.
He didn’t walk into a booth on the 8th of November and vote for a man who degrades the existence of people he claims to love and support.
Donald Trump doesn’t care about me.
He never told me he did.
He wasn’t someone who led me to believe I could trust him.
YOU were.
So, no, this is not an open letter to Trump, who will never be my president.
This is an open letter to you, who readily embraced him as your president.
Donald Trump doesn’t care about us. He doesn’t care about anyone who isn’t himself.
And I’ve been going to Dartmouth, being trained to deal with asshats like him.
I’ve been trained to sit down and keep my mouth shut.
Because white always wins. Because male always wins. Because straight and able-bodied and able to spout nonsense that makes you sound smart and passionate always wins.
Fuck that.
Fuck America.
This is the bullshit that America was built on.
Hilary doesn’t give a shit about me because I’m not a white woman, young or old.
But Donald Trump and his VP (who I refuse to acknowledge by name as a supposedly real politician who believes and endorses all this shit) want to destroy me.
At least with “Killary” I would have been left alone.
But now I live in a world where white people have permission.
They have permission to threaten a man at the gas station and call him a chink.
They have permission to call a young woman walking to work in the morning a n*****.
They have permission to try to run over a peaceful protest of crying college-students.
They have permission.
So, you, sitting and reading and saying to yourself, “Why can’t they just get over it?”
It happened six days ago.
The event that could possibly change the lives of millions of Americans and billions of people outside of this country happened six fucking days ago.
Don’t tell us to just get over the day we died.
I won’t get over this.
I will get through it.
I will survive. And thrive.
Despite all those masks who tried to keep me down while showing a smile.
Despite all those times I look over my shoulder in quiet, little Hanover.
Despite the white men who think they can be good little fascists now that Donald Trump is president.
So, white man, reading this and thinking to yourself that this dumb black bitch has no right to come for you.
I am a black bitch.
And I am coming for you.
And I have every right.
