Donald J.Trump is the 45th President of the United States, and that makes me sick.
I have so many emotions running through me right now. Anger. Sadness. Despair. I’m sitting here asking myself how a candidate who is so hot-headed can be chosen to run our country. I’m baffled at how the hatred of his platform gained traction. I’m sad as I look at so-called friends support this mess. I’m confused at the minority groups that voted for this guy.
People cried tears of joy in 2008 when President Obama was elected. Finally, a black man was president. That is the definition of progress in a historically racist country. It doesn’t mean racism ceased to exist, but it does mean we took steps forward. Two terms later and things are looking a bit brighter.
Until America elected Donald Trump.
I fell asleep last night before I could finish and post this. That’s probably good because I was all the way in my feelings about this. So, better to leave the mouth closed than open it and say something I’ll regret.
Last night I fought tears. How can we do a complete 180? This morning I woke up disgusted with Americans. My country has once again shown you really don’t value people of color. Unless, of course, it’s for entertainment purposes. Even when we had a president of color, Americans showed how little they care for these lives. Last night was the icing on the cake. It was a slap in the face to progress. I have a feeling of concern in my stomach watching a guy who thinks I’m poor, uneducated, and jobless take the White House.
Nonetheless, we will push forward and preserve. That is the American way. Right?
I’ll close with this.
If there was ever a time to believe in Jesus, then now couldn’t be better. I pray He has mercy on this country.
We need it.