Dear America, Why?


A lot of my family members are immigrants in America - cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and friends. I don't understand how so many people in a country like America have no regard for the humanity of so many people I love. It's hurting so much. I know that it's real, but I can't process the fact that America elected hatred, intolerance and bigotry.

It was like watching the hunger games, there were mixed thoughts and feelings of disbelief, rage, frustration and empathy. #UnitedStatesofAnxiety was real, the Audacity of Hopelessness as the New York Times called it. Is this a sign of another global recession?

Throughout the campaign and election, even as a non-american citizen, I was quite confident that Clinton would win. Hillary is one of the many incredibly women I look up to, and I figured, she stands out among other leaders in America because she supports a path to citizenship for the young people brought to America as children by their parents. In fact, I love Obama so much but unlike him, she doesn’t even support deporting undocumented immigrants, unless they’re violent criminals or terrorists. This is a huge peace of mind for my family and 11 million more people.

All five living US presidents didn't support trump. He was seen berating men and women, boasted about his wealth with false documents, and disrespected women, a person with disability, immigrants and countless other people. Wasn't the p*ssygate the final straw? Apparently, not, because he still won. I cannot believe that Trump won the presidency with no political experience or whatsoever while I, on the other hand, am struggling to save money to get my Masters just to have a fairly paying job.

Personally, I hated the media for obsessing over a stupid email scandal. A friend from facebook posted, "Do not underestimate the power of uneducated white people." I've seen pundits trying to blame the low black turnout in North Carolina and the low latino turnout in Arizona. People talking about the high white turnout in Pennsylvania, Wisconsin and Michigan. It broke me to see another divided country. It happened to my country, it happened to Venezuela, to Syria, to UK and now, to the land of the free. 

However, what moved and pained me most is what I've come to realize when I rushed to message Caitlyn, one of my closest friend in the US. I asked how she's doing and I felt badly for her response. She told me, 

"Thanks for your thoughts. Please relay to our other  friends,  if they encounter an American, please don't be snarky or make jokes. This is a really hard day, and upon talking to a few of my other friends who live abroad in private messages, we're all kind of afraid to leave our houses due to thinking we will be ridiculed. We didn't want this, and are mourning our country."

The world is on the edge and it's clearly not the time to blame. We have to understand that no one can point a finger at somebody else when in fact everybody share the very same responsibility. It's time to start doing some work on the ground that poor people and people of color, people in the intersections and everyone else just want to have a brighter future.