I will tell you how I feel, despite the fact that you may
not like it or may not want to know. I do still have my freedom to use my
voice. Waking up the day after election day was not easy, because it seemed
unreal. The lack of sleep made me question reality to my mind’s tricks.
However, once it began to sink in that taking Max on walk that cold morning was
inevitable, I thought, “How did this happen?” Tears started to trickle down my
face. My summer kissed skin was being washed away by warm drops of anger,
anxiety, sadness, disappointment, and repulsion. “Good God,” I thought. It was
so many lives in my life being affected that it was breaking my heart. To be
specific, it felt more like my heart had been shattered, and piece by piece it
was being torn out of my chest.
To feel like I felt that morning made me think I was
mourning a great loss. Max getting a walk, eating breakfast or going to work
did not seem important to me. There was this dark cloud of depression covering
my entire being. I ended up getting up by giving myself a mental push—“If I
stay here the TV will be on, and I want nothing to do with something I did not
choose to be a part of.” As I walked the busy early morning streets of downtown
I felt those gloating stares following me. The worst looks were the ones of
pity. It made me feel less, almost like nothing. As the little pieces of my
heart kept being torn out, I cried throughout my school day, because I realized
something terrifying. I work with kids who have hearing loss, deafness and
other disabilities. My list of the lives being affected grew a great deal.
My school is small, but probably one of the most diverse. It
is beautiful, and so is every single teacher, administrator, and staff. All
this happiness I feel everyday going to and being at work vanished that day. I
worried about my little ones—when they graduate from kindergarten and have to
go to a mainstream school, how will they be treated? The country is now in the
hands of a repulsive bully. It is not only going to be mom and dad influencing
bad behavior, now they have the President to be the excuse of their bullying. “If
he did it, why can’t I?” “I can get anywhere with a revolting attitude if he
can.” It made me so sick to think these thoughts are already running in the
youth’s minds right now. I love every single kid in that school. I want them to
grow up knowing that they are intelligent and beautiful no matter what anyone
else says. I will make sure they hear it from me every day.
Almost lastly, this, this is to you. To you who are finding
excuses for your decision—stop. Maybe you are trying to make yourself better.
You are selfish. Do not tell me you care about all the issues you voted
against. You matter to yourself, and yourself alone. We are country who prides
itself in getting ahead for ones sake after all. I love you all as human beings,
but I cannot forgive you at the moment. The fact that you have to explain your
vote means that you have a guilty conscience.
Now really to end this, what I want you to know—I am soft
spoken, small in stature, and despise public speaking. However, once my people
begin to come under attack, you should know I will not be silenced. You may
think words are just words. To many, words were just “locker room talk” or
anti-establishment rhetoric—to me and many others it left a lot of scars. Scars
that cannot be healed by an acceptance speech that spoke about unity, and
protecting every citizen of this country. He spent an entire campaign talking
about how he was going to divide people, not unite them. I do not believe him—I
am not your citizen and you will not protect me. You are not my President. This
naturalized citizen is not going to be shoved back. You wanted me to hide my
talents, not anymore. My words are not just words—they are my strength, my
height as a human, and my courage. My wrath will come if anyone I love comes
under attack. You will feel it, but not through violence, no, I do not accept
violence. I will fight with my intelligence, self-worth, spoken words, love,
and trust-worthy pen. PEACE.