Dear Mr. Trump,
I cannot call you my president. You have devalued me as a woman, threatened to take people out of this country based purely on their race and religion, and generalized entire populations of people and communities as being wrongly American. As I watched every debate and educated myself on your policies, I was disgusted by the lack of morality you presented on every occasion. How dare you make statements about women the way you do. You may believe abortion is a sin and should be abolished, but I am sure you have never understood it from the side of the woman. From the side who must carry the baby and has the constitutional right to make her own decision about her body. I am not saying I condone abortion, but telling women what they can and cannot do with their body is not your choice. There are a few thoughts I’ve had over the past couple days revolving around this election. Focusing more specifically on the way choosing you as a president has negatively affected our country. I dare you to criticize me, for voicing what I believe in. But I assure you, I will not stand alone in this.
A nation should never erupt into so much sadness and hatred after a president is elected. Nobody should be able to say they are no longer proud to be an American when patriotism has been apart of this country for centuries. I look at the kids that play in the yard of the elementary school across from my house and I watch as their differences in gender, race, social class and sexual orientation do not create a barrier for their interaction. Their ignorance is truly bliss. What these poor children cannot see is that you have given hate hope. They do not know the turmoil their parents may face or the fights their parents may have when they go to sleep at night. Those poor girls, running around in that play yard haven’t yet experienced what it feels like to be emotionally or physically hurt by a man. They do not know what sexual assault is let alone the consequences of it. When they come home with tears in their eyes about the bullies at their school, their parents tell them to stop listening to them who make fun of what they look like or how they are. Now these poor children have that bully to look at, running their country. So if my feminist fist seemed too “weak,” it’ll be fighting stronger than ever now. For those girls should not be raised to believe that women are undervalued, that they do not deserve to be heard and that they will always be subject to the patriarchy.
Mr. Trump, I want you to tell me how you will make America great again. Truly. Because to me, all you have done is make America white again. The kind of white that has received so much scorn in our American history. The kind of white that has no empathy or compassion. What we have now, that Van Jones so eloquently explained the other night is a, “White lash against a changing country, against a black president” (http://www.vulture.com/2016/11/cnns-van-jones-calls-the-election-white-lash.html). Were going back in history and not progressing in what could have been a changed country.
Mr. Trump, if I’m going to come even close to calling you my president I need you to reassure this country and all the citizens in it, more specifically all women, Muslims, LGBTQ’s, Latino Americans and African Americans, that you will protect them under our constitution. We are in a time of extreme uncertainty and pain because we as a people no longer feel united. And maybe it is not all your fault. Maybe now this is the time for people to stop warring with each other on why their candidate did or did not win and start understanding the things they value about this country and themselves to persist in a society of we, the people. I want to support you, Mr. Trump, but I will not do so until I feel protected. Until you acknowledge that this is no, “Locker Room talk,” you get to have with your buddies in the White House. You have an entire nation under your rhetoric. Words are powerful, so for the love of God, please use them carefully and truthfully.
Sincerely,
A Nasty Woman
