donalds diary


For the next 4 years, we’re going to stand up to him and any unjust laws he and his administration try to pass.  And on November 6th, 2018, we’re going to vote to switch the power in the Senate and the House and several governorships and we’re going to make things right again!

November 9th, 2016. I am 20 years old. I am an Asian-American, middle-class, college-educated female. And I just watched my country burn to the ground.

It’s strange to think that our daily lives didn’t stop for this. I still ate lunch, went to work, bought groceries. There is a quiet that wasn’t there before, and a sense that a storm is coming, but that’s it. We will only begin to feel the true detriments of this moment months, maybe years, from now. In less noticeable ways, at first: setbacks in education reform and environmental policies, a conservative Supreme Court, strained foreign relations. But the effects of last night will eventually manifest in higher-than-ever rates of hate crimes and overt discrimination, in increasing failures in our justice system, in a continuation of life below the poverty line, and in many ways we could never imagine.

But what’s most devastating about the results of this election is what it tells us about ourselves: it shows us just how many of the people around us have fallen for the shiny veneer this man coats his destruction in. It tells our children that they are living amongst strangers, neighbors, friends, and family members who believe that violence is tolerable, that hatred is the solution to our problems, and that fear is a necessary tool for a strong leader. We wake this morning, and every morning hereafter, with the knowledge that half our country stomped on our dreams for a better tomorrow and smiled as they did so.

And so the question now becomes “Where do we go from here?” How do we pick ourselves up from the ground we’ve been thrown upon and continue fighting? The fight will be harder now, I assure you—harder now than ever. But it doesn’t mean it isn’t worth fighting. We want equality, justice, peace. An old man sitting in a white house on a hill will never be enough to keep us from those things. But we must love, everywhere and everyday, to keep those things alive. Wish well those who would do you harm; show them there is power in kindness. 

Don’t be discouraged. Know now that you matter, as you always did. Use your voice, and your mind. Everyday, you will be faced with new challenges, and everyday, you will be given the chance to make an impact. Take both in stride, take neither for granted.

Where do we go from here? Forward.


d.e.m. // “The Aftermath of a Nation Failed: A Millennial in Mourning”

*This is not meant to be an attack towards those who voted for Donald Trump, but a voicing of the sadness and hurt felt by myself and many people, today and for a long time to come.

I am sorry.

To every woman and closeted man, I am sorry that a rapist and pedophile now has the winning vote. I am sorry for the possibility of cisgender men getting bolder with sexual harassment and assault. I am sorry to everyone who feels threatened at the mention of contraception or abortion.

To my LGBTQIAP community and others everywhere. I am sorry we are now at risk of losing footing in our current fights for equal treatment. I am sorry that phobia continues to feel publicly validated when our health and safety is infringed upon.

To the ill and to the disabled, I am sorry for how this endangers your ability to care for yourself. I am sorry for what this means for your resources.
I am sorry for the anxiety attacks, the panic attacks, the dissociation, the breakdowns, the relapses and the attempts this turnout has caused.
I am sorry the election concluded with the most posts of links and numbers to suicide hotlines that I have ever seen in a single evening.

To people of color, to our president until next year and his family, to the indigenous, I am sorry that we didn’t do enough to snuff this racist’s momentum. I am sorry that we have yet to do enough to show that white supremacy is intolerable. I am sorry that, according to the winning vote, it’s still encouraged.

To the Middle Eastern, to the east-Asian and to the Latinx, I am sorry for how this affects you, has been affecting you, and will affect you. I am sorry for the xenophobia this man’s cult will inflate. It is disgusting that anyone, let alone so many, agree with his beyond-irrational rambles.
To Germany, Japan, Italy and every other country, I am sorry. We have apparently not learned a damn thing from history.

To Canada, to New Zealand and to any other countries, I am sorry for however many Americans escape to you for safety. I cannot know what kind of strain that will put on you.

To Bernie Sanders, I’m sorry we didn’t pull through. You tried so hard to prevent this outcome and it happened anyway.

I am sorry to everyone who can’t feel safe after last night. I am sorry to everyone who heard Donald’s voters celebrating outside, or can still hear. I am sorry to everyone panicking at the sound of every truck driving by, at the sound of every siren, at the sound of every shout. I am sorry to everyone mourning their faith in humanity. I am sorry.
I am sorry.

Sincerely, a Texan lesbian.