Dear Little Love,
Today is a sad, sad day. Today, on November 9, 2016, the people have spoken. The American citizens have voted (only about 55% of the eligible US population), Hillary has conceded, and the American electoral college will meet to cast their final Certificates of Vote on December 19th. In all likelihood, Donald Trump is going to be our next president. I am very scared.
As your mother, I will never pretend to be something I am not solely to impress you. My goal is to raise you to be a strong and honest woman who possesses a heart filled with nothing but love and conviction. I can’t do that if I pretend to be completely educated on American politics, when I am most certainly not. I could sit here and tell you that I voted for Hillary Clinton because I like her. I could sit here and defend her choices in Benghazi, I could turn a blind eye to her deleted emails, I could tell you it’s right to stand beside your cheating husband. I could tell you that Donald Trump is the most evil human being on this planet and that I hate him. I will do none of those things; because the bottom line is I couldn’t tell you too much about what kind of concrete plans either candidate had in mind for this country. Maybe I wasn’t educated enough to vote in this election, but I did. I will tell you why.
There is a movie that I will show you one day called Iron Jawed Angels. It depicts the journey of Ms. Alice Paul and her counterparts in their fight to ratify the 21st amendment of the US constitution, the one that gave me the right I exercised Tuesday, November 8, 2016. This woman fought tirelessly, starved herself in prison, was barricaded in moving cages like an animal, so that I could have a say in my future. I mentioned before that I need to be an honest role model for you, darling. That being said, I promise you I did not vote for Hillary Clinton because she is a woman — nor did I oppose Trump because he is a man. Something that I hope your dad and I have taught you is the concept that judgment should only be placed on a human being when it is based on the content of their character, their morals, and their ideals. With this in mind, the character, morals, and ideals that Mr. Trump visibly shows to the public created a fear and an anger inside of me that I could not ignore.
I could not bear the thought of electing a man who thinks it is okay to take away a woman’s right to choose. I couldn’t elect a man who wants to grab women by their private parts and thinks he can get away with it because of his status. I couldn’t elect someone who labels minorities with vulgarity in order to justify his decision for halting immigration. I couldn’t elect someone who constantly shows his sexism by interrupting a woman who seems to be far more politically educated than himself. I won’t say he’s stupid. He figured out how to evade taxes, how to maintain his fortune despite having to file for bankruptcy, he managed to swindle people out of thousands of dollars with a fraudulent “university,” and he managed to win the presidency with little to no political experience. All of that takes a certain type of intelligence to accomplish.
Let me be clear, I am not being a sore loser. I voted for Hillary because I felt she was my only hope in an election with no great outcome. What angers, saddens, and worries me most is not the fact that Donald Trump a racist, a sexist, a liar, a bigot, and an arrogant pig is in the White House. My feelings come from the fact that I am surrounded by people who put him there, knowing all of these things about him. I don’t want you to grow up to group people into a category based on one thing you know about them; the issue I am struggling with right now. But, I want you to understand that actions speak much louder than words. I don’t believe that every person who voted for Trump is a racist, sexist, arrogant pig. But I do believe that those who voted for a man who seems to enjoy oppression, are indirectly condoning it. Do not fall into that trap. Stand up for your brothers and sisters at all costs. We are equal, despite what this world wants you to believe.
I don’t know what the future holds for you. I don’t know how harshly you are going to be judged for your gender, your skin color, your sexuality, or your political views. I say that because, while I do not know to what extent, I know you will be judged. I am asking you to make a promise. Promise me that no matter what kind of ignorance any man, woman, child, or elder spits at you that you will never stop fighting for your rights and for the rights of your peers. You are intelligent, you are beautiful, you are kind, and you are capable. I know this because I’m sure I raised you to be this way. I raised you to stand up and speak out when your fellow people are being wronged whether it is by a teacher, a boss, a peer, or the law. You must speak up. For you live in a world that does not want to hear you. But if you’re loud enough, they won’t have a choice. I love you, I cherish you, and I respect you. Fear not, for you will rule the world.