The Day After

It’s the day after the election.

I could never have predicted this outcome in a million years. My brain is having trouble processing the fact that I will soon have to say “President Trump.” A shudder went through my whole body just writing that.

Like Obama said- the sun did rise this morning. I still had to go to school, but as I was sitting in the library earlier doing physics homework, my brain would not focus on the paper in front of me. I couldn’t stop thinking about what someone had said in class earlier.

“This is going to be hilarious. We’re going to have a stand up comedian for President for the next four years.”

I turned around to see who said it- a white man, of course. It made sense though, because nothing about Trump is funny to people of color or women.

Sure it was funny when he was just a candidate, but the closer he got to the White House, the more I stopped smiling.

Everywhere I look online, I see people calling this the scariest election ever- that this is the most afraid anyone has been in this country.

As a white man, my classmate didn’t understand the terrifying prospects that people like me face. As a woman, many terrors come to mind. Like the fact that Roe v. Wade could potentially get appealed. I’m young, so the only time I’ve known is when women are respected enough to decide what to do with their bodies. When I imagine a world where that choice is taken away, I don’t picture America. I picture a dictatorship.

As a person of color, I am acutely aware of how attitudes have shifted towards immigrants. I was born in the US. This is my home. But now Trump is validating the idea that America belongs to the white man through his racist rhetoric.

So, no. I don’t find Trump funny. I also don’t plan to sit by and watch America sink. I have no idea what to expect from him, but I can only hope he doesn’t follow through with his few campaign promises.

If he does though, don’t be afraid to stand up and demand better. I’ll be right by your side.