Share the joy
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Today, I’ll just hug her, kiss her, and love her. I’ll let her know that it’s not the end of the world.

As she gets older I will explain to her how important she is – that her life matters, that she is a force in this world, she is fierce, she is kind, and her voice needs and should be heard.

I will tell her that in November 2016 the country elected a person that catered to the depths of humanity during his campaign. He ran a divisive campaign and won. I will let her know that this is the ugly truth about America. We are and will be a divided country. We are divided on race, class, and especially religion. I have to tell her that parts of her family valued the life of a fetus over the livelihood of people of color.

The people in America – the small pockets of rural America, which is overwhelmingly white, came out in droves to elect a man with no political experience. Even though those same people 8 years prior did not vote for President Obama because he didn’t have enough political experience.

I will tell her that she needs to be involved – more involved than her parents. We dropped the ball. We were too involved in our own lives. 2016 is White America on life support. This is their last gasp of air before an ever changing demographic emerges as the majority. This was an angry White America taking their country back. No, this was angry white castrated men taking their country back. They want a country that doesn’t exist anymore.

Don’t be fooled by the Christian rhetoric. They will invoke God only when it’s convenient.

She may ask is America more sexist than racist. MiMo, I have no idea.

I will also tell her that being different is important. She will know the importance of being involved. She will know the importance of listening to others opinion and having conversations.

I will tell her that at home – we’re tolerant. We embrace the differences and most importantly she is loved. She is loved because she our child, she is loved because her life matters, she is loved because she is different, she is loved because…just because.

8 years ago I voted for a candidate that ran his campaign on hope. Last night a candidate won on fear. What a contrast.

My message to my daughter is one of love and acceptance – unfortunately that is not something our new president ran his campaign on.