Donald Trump Doesn’t Believe In Me (And He Definitely Doesn’t Believe In You)
Donald Trump does not believe in me. Or any of us. I am Bigfoot, the Boogeyman, the Loch Ness monster. We are his nightmare.
Donald Trump does not believe that people like me exist. People who come from a family on welfare to becoming a scientist, to someone who will become a doctor. People who will use their voice for good and who break cycles.
Donald Trump does not believe in success without privilege. Further he does not believe those born without privilege should not be given equality. He does not believe in reaching your hand back down to help others once you climb the ladder. What a world we would live in if we worked together.
Donald Trump doesn’t believe people like me should exist. Who embrace a religions with an open heart and mind. Who know this is a country of immigrants, who stand for our diversity as an asset to our country. He does not believe those of us who stand with our fellow humans of different races and orientations.
Donald Trump does not believe that women can be of value beyond sexual gratification. I am living proof – I create value. Women across the world change the world every day. But he does not see because he does not believe. He doesn’t care too.
Donald – may I call you Donald?
I know I should not exist to you but the universe allowed a poor girl from a broken home to find amazing support to get her high school and college diplomas. I have access to reproductive rights. I can vote. I think independently, indeed, you must be terrified of little girls like me. As well you should be.
My heart is so very sorry for you. For your supporters and their outpouring of hate in your name. Your intolerance, your misogyny, your racism, your vulgarities, your mockery of people different than you, your lack of qualifications to lead a great country. I can’t help but feel anything but sorry for you and people who support your beliefs.
My only hope now that others are as inspired as myself to live a life of relentless love.