It’s November 7, 2016. It’s also the Monday before Election Day.
I didn’t think the day would come so fast, and I was definitely not expecting to have to choose between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
As any Monday goes, it’s been a tough day. But it’s been even harder as I reflect on what tomorrow will bring us. I think of what tomorrow will mean to my mother who can’t vote, my family, my younger siblings who have been exposed to this vile man, the African-American/Black community, the Latin@ community, the Muslim community, women of color and women in general, and all the communities that Trump has spoken so ignorantly about. What will tomorrow bring them?
Will it bring them peace, or will it continue to bring them hurt?
I don’t want to wake up on Wednesday and find out that a man incapable of respect, humility, empathy, and overall humanity is going to be our president for the next four years. This whole election has felt like our biggest nightmare, like the biggest joke. But he’s come this far, and what will tomorrow bring us?
I think about how hard it is already to walk outside my house and into White America, existing within spaces and around people who feel my presence is a nuisance or a discomfort – and I think about how harder it could be if we let Trump win.
I want to wake up on Wednesday knowing that as a country we came together and made the right choice. I want to wake up on Wednesday knowing we stood together and stopped this man from breeding more hate, from continuing to pin us against one another, from taking away from our humanity.
This election has been far from perfect, and Clinton isn’t the greatest choice. But we simply cannot let Donald Trump win. He will ruin everything this country stands for. So, what will tomorrow bring us?