Dear Mr. Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

You don’t me, but you are about to have a tremendous impact on my life. Please allow me to introduce myself: I am a hard-working, middle-class, not-yet-married, Christian, caucasian female. I believe that covers all of the basic demographic information, though there is much more to me than all of those things.

When I woke up this morning and saw that you had won the Presidency, I started my day as I would any other. I boiled water for tea, started a load of laundry, cooked breakfast, and sat down to read the paper online. It was at that moment, however, that I started to cry. Not because you won or anyone else lost an election, but for reasons so much bigger than that.

You see, I work and live with American citizens who don’t have voices. According to our government and mainstream society, these people don’t matter. They have been labeled by either what they have done, or what has been done to them. They are prohibited from voting, and even working in many cases. They are trapped in a dark cycle perpetuated by a very broken system. And they need you to know them. We all do.

I have never met you in person, but I have heard you speak often. If I am being honest, I have not been encouraged by your words. I have felt offended, hurt, angered, and saddened. Mostly saddened.

Mr. Trump, we live in a country deeply scarred by hatred. Our country is violently torn into pieces right now. We need a leader who is strong enough to pull us together, but gentle enough to empathize with those who don’t have a voice.

I cried this morning because of our brokenness. But then I pressed the play button on my phone and I let the voices and lyrics of Sam Cooke, Al Green, Bill Withers, Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, and other soulful artists wash over me and through my soul. As these artists have taught us, beauty can come from pain. Life can come from destruction. And hope can permeate the darkness.

I have read your acceptance speech, and I agree with what you said. “Now it’s time for America to bind the wounds of division; have to get together. To all Republicans and Democrats and independents across this nation, I say it is time for us to come together as one united people.”

I pray that these words ring true not only for the next four years, but for generations to come. I am trusting you to keep your word. And I will continue to hope.

Be well, Mr. Trump. You have a difficult road ahead of you. I could not do what you are about to do. Love this country well, Mr. Trump.

Sincerest Regards,

Lindsey

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