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Love Trumps Hate

By: Jubilee Delgado/Guest Writer

In the beginning of this election, I thought that there was nothing to worry about.  There was no way could America possibly let a man like Donald Trump become the Republican presidential candidate, but then, they did. I slowly became more stressed about the election, but I still had hope that the Democratic nominee could win. I personally would have preferred Bernie Sanders to be the Democratic nominee, but if the people were to choose between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, I definitely wanted them to vote Hillary.

As we drew closer to the election and the support for Trump continued to increase, I, as a Mexican-American woman, was absolutely terrified. I was afraid of what Trump might do as President of the United States.  However,  since so much of what he wants to do went against what is written in the Constitution and would be nearly impossible to achieve, that wasn’t my main fear. I was afraid of his supporter’s reactions to the election. If their president is allowed to release messages of hate, go without paying his taxes, threaten to deport millions, isolate America from our neighboring countries, take away the right to marry someone of the same sex, totally ignore freedom of religion  and have no respect for women, then why shouldn’t they be able to do the same?

Finally, the big day was here.  November 8th, 2016. This was the day we would finally know who was going to take office, and quite possibly, the most stressful day of my life. I was checking every five minutes to see who was in the lead, by how much, and which states were left. If Donald Trump won, and he made everything happen that he promised an entire religion would be banned.  Even if we are American citizens, Mexican families all over the country would be torn apart- including my own.  We would be totally separated from Mexico with his wall and somehow he plans to have Mexico pay for it. This country is supposed to be the land of the free, but in Trump’s America it seems like that would only be true if you were a white man.  Even then if you don’t agree with him you are wrong.

It was a long, sleepless night and for a while I had hope because Hillary was so far in the lead. Then, just like that, my heart broke as my biggest fear came true. In January, 2017, Donald Trump would be the President of the United States. I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to go to school, but most of all, I didn’t want to see or hear from the die-hard Trump supporters that are my mother and stepfather. I had been hiding my strong hatred of Donald Trump from them to avoid getting into an argument, but I knew, as soon as they brought it up, I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from crying, so I got up, and I went to school and tried to act like it was just a regular day. I failed. For the first couple hours of school, I couldn’t hold back the tears for more than five minutes at a time as all of the Trump supporters were sporting their red clothing and “Make America Great Again” accessories. And then lunch came, and it got worse than that. A group of Trump supporters at the table next to me started chanting “Trump”, and then, as we were walking from the cafeteria to class, some of them even yelled at me, “Go get your green card!”. I’ve experienced countless amounts of racism before, but just as I predicted it got so much worse after that man was elected. This day was just going so terribly that I didn’t think it would get any better for the next four years.  Then my friends, teachers, my principal, and even people that I barely talk to were all there to support me. We were all there for each other, and it reminded me of a very important thing that I had forgotten: things may not always go as planned or as we wanted them to go, but we must always stick together. America is so divided on everything, what we really need is for everyone to be unified and fight for the greater good no matter what the color of your skin, your religion, your sexual orientation, your gender, your age, your income, or your political party. We need to stay together.


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