On November 8, 2016 at approximately 2:30 pm., my friends and I discussed the election. We all expressed our hopes, our fears, our nightmares, and our dreams. We believed in the people, we practiced our right to vote, and we waited for what we thought would be a victorious night. Unfortunately, our dreams were torn from us and we are now confronted with a harsh reality that has come upon the country we call home. The people of The United States with a booming voice, loud and clear, speaks to us in many different ways now.
” We Don’t Want You Here .”
One may ask, who is the “you” in the sentence above?
Women, LGBTQ+, the Asian Community, the Black Community, the Latino Community, Immigrants, First generation, the Muslim Community, and anyone else who does not fit the mold of a “true American.”
The Campaign slogan was “Make America Great Again”, and honestly I feel as though I’ve just discovered what that truly means.
” Make America Ours Again. ”
This campaign lifted the veil on what is truly going on in this country. We’ve come so far, but we’ve learned so little. It is disheartening, and it is utterly disgraceful.
As I walked through OU today, I did not feel ready to sit in a room with strange faces and pretend last night didn’t happen. I wasn’t ready to confront those who accepted a hateful rhetoric that directly targeted countless people.
Instead, I ponder the fate of my family, and so many others whom I don’t even know. I wish I could send some sort of signal of love to show every family affected that they are not alone.
I am in love with an amazing man who has been by my side for three crazy years. He is honest. He is a hard worker. He is kind and respectful. Also, he is undocumented.
This does not define him as a person. He was brought here when he was two. He was just a little boy with big dreams. This is the only place he has ever called home. He is one of the funniest people I have ever met, and he has never let anything stop him.
I ponder our fate, and wonder what these next four years will have in store for not only us, but our entire family.
Who will stay and watch the kids if God forbid something happens to our parents?
It feels as though all of our hard earned progress has been lost.
This is not a Democrat vs. Republican vs. Independent issue, but this is a human issue. I have never felt so anxious and fearful in my life. This is not the America I know.
I belong here. We belong here. Our parents belong here.
On Wednesday the 10th of November, a protest was held at OU. People from all backgrounds, races, identities, and orientations came together not to promote an environment of hate, but love and unity. Our voices still matter, and we still matter. Hugs were given and many tears were shed, not for a man who has attacked us, but for an entire country who supported it.
Today, I feel strong.
I understand that what has happened is in fact deeply terrifying, but in the end is what we have to deal with four the next four years. We have to deal with an arrogant business man for president, but we do not have to put up with the hateful rhetoric he promotes.
My community will grow stronger. I will grow stronger. Future generations will be stronger. I know I am a pretty optimistic person, and although I am very fearful, the thought of communities coming together in a fight against hatred gives me hope.
I am still pretty concerned and maybe a little anxious, but I have decided that I cannot live these next four years in fear.
I must speak. loudly I must speak, for not only myself but for others who may not look like me. For those who don’t share the same religion as me, the same identity as me, the same sexual orientation as me, I must speak.
CLOSURE in every sense of the word.
I need closure. I think I’ve kind of found closure, a closure to things that cause me to question myself or doubt my presence in each place I attend. I am praying for families who are still in fear, and are reasoned to be. I pray that they find a sort of peace. Whoever you are, you are not alone and you and your voice do not deserve to be tossed aside.
Thank you to whoever is reading this and made it all the way to end. Thanks for listening to my opinion, even if you don’t necessarily agree with it. I appreciate your willingness to hear others and to see the other side. Even if you don’t feel as I’ve described above, I hope that you look out for the ones that do.