To my straight cis white friends,
I am writing this to you from the Center for Diversity and Inclusion, which is tucked away in the corner of my library. It has been my refuge since Tuesday night. It is one of the few places on campus where I can feel rightfully angry. I sit here with a group of Black students, Asian students, and my best friend who is Brown and gender-queer.
All of us sit in anger and fear because we do not pass. We go out into the light of day and it is clear that we do not fit into Donald Trump’s version of America. His America promotes straight cis white men and we do not fit that. In Wellesley, Trump supporters threatened the life of my Black friend. My Muslim friends are terrified of Trump’s policies. My LGBTQIA* friends fear Mike Pence’s conversion therapy. My Hispanic friends fear deportation.
I am so livid. I am livid and I am hopeless. We are locked into four years of Trump’s America, which means I cannot see the end in sight. This isn’t just a Trump presidency. It’s Trump with a dark red House and Senate. It’s the dark red state legislatures. It’s the fact the Supreme Court will soon turn dark red. I do not see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I am so tired. We have been fighting for equality for years. Black women have built this nation and they are exhausted. Just when we thought that maybe we could make progress, it all went down the drain.
All I have ever wanted to do was work for the federal government, but now that dream is on hold for four years. I am a junior in college and I have no idea what I am supposed to do when I graduate. All I am trained to do is work in politics.
So I beg of you, my cis straight white friends, to please just pause. Think about what we are going through and think of our anger and fear before you tell us what to do. Think about our exhaustion before you tell us to “listen to the Trump supporters and figure out where they came from.” Think about our anger as you tell us to “spread love.” Think about our fears as you tell us “it will all be OK.”
Do not preach Gandhi or MLK Jr. to us. Do not preach anything to us at all. Do not tell us how to feel better or to work harder.