Love Trumps All

Dear President Trump, and the rest of white America determined to oppress others,
 
You don’t know me, for which I feel fortunate. But I know you, as do my children who  identify as Mexican American and African American. This past weekend, we looked on in horror and silence as you lost your collective shit and decided that it was okay to publicly display your disdain and hatred for others who do not look like you, think as you, or love like you. It was a low point, amongst many in our history, harkening back to the era of the Civil Rights movement, which, in this moment, almost feels like a dream.
 
I’m not sure what your end game is, or what you hope to accomplish. We’re not going back. Not in time, not in values, not in law. Most of us have evolved and recognized that the color of one’s skin, or one’s origin, has no bearing on the capacity of human potential. There is nothing superior to be proven, or gained. Many of us know this, understand it, and better yet, enjoy diversity and the multitude of viewpoints and perspectives it brings. You are the anomaly. You are on the outside looking in, which perhaps is the point of your protest. You are outdated and no longer feel at home in a place where the landscape has changed, where you are losing the edge of utilizing the color of your skin to gain instantaneous advantage. Instead of cultivating thoughts of acceptance, you have remained mired in the bog of your own hatred, blaming everyone outside yourself for how unfair things seem to be in the world. You are the cultural toddlers who dropped their cookies on the playground expecting an endless supply, threw a fit when you discovered there were none left, then blamed the children on the playground who were eating fruits snacks, for your own ignorance.
 
At some point, you must say to yourselves: do I really think I am going to get what I want? If you can’t critically think the answer for yourselves, I’ll help you out: the answer is NO. We’ll be damned if we will allow our children to grow up under the banner of fascism and white supremacy. I say ‘we’ because ‘we’ is this country of beautiful, rainbow people who all understand that there are not ‘sides’ in this discussion. Either you are a hate mongering racist, or you’re not. And even as I have grown older and recognized the endless shades of grey that permeate the world, this is definitively an issue that is black and white. Love and hate. Inclusive and exclusive. There is no in between when it comes to basic human rights and existence.
 
I will tell you, for myself, that I refuse to live in a world where my children ever know oppression, or where they are discriminated against simply because someone deems them as lessor. As lily white as my skin matches your own, strip that away and you will find fire, endless flames of a mother’s white hot, burning love that will singe you raw. I hope you are ready for the Pandora’s box you are opening, that you understand how many of us are willing to jump in and make sure that what has happened before never becomes again. We will not see this world revert to a place and time where we treated any human being as less than the precious object each one is to this world.
 
Stop blaming anyone but yourself for your myopic view of the view. You have fed from the loathing that has clearly been handed down through the years like a journal of communal ill. It is a disease, and it is rotting you from the inside out. There is no way to come out of this without damage. You will not win. And I know this because I know what you seem to ignore over and over: Love trumps hate, and always will.