Dear America,

All I have are words, but they can be powerful when used purposefully.

America, we will get through this.

As humans, we are not without flaws, but some of us have been gifted with the ability to distinguish between right and wrong. I know in my heart that Goodness will eventually prevail. I, and so many other Americans, have finally and reluctantly come face to face with the insidious epidemic in society—close-minded bigotry. I wouldn’t even call it “hate.” These people you call hateful don’t know what they’re doing. They don’t realize that they are part of the greater issue—the systemic issue. They don’t realize that what they believe encourages evil. How can we blame them?

Don’t get me wrong. I’m angry. I WANT to blame them.

But, as I sit at my work desk, listening to the piano music of Helen Jane Long, I can’t help but feel some amount of hope for a country as broken as ours this morning.

If Hillary had won the Presidency, I would have never understood just how much work needs to be done here. I would have never resolved to take a more self-accountable role moving forward. I would have never looked ahead and considered how I, alone, could make a difference. Now, I know I can and SHOULD. I HAVE to. If I want to see change, I have to BE that change. I have to MAKE that change. It’s simple.

I walk away from this election enlightened. Disappointed, yes. But, as they say, life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning how to dance in the rain.

As of now, I’m setting a real fire under my butt. I’m not going to hide behind the digital walls of social media as I attempt to make a change. I’m going to step across the threshold, sacrifice my vulnerability, and add my voice to the crowds of people demanding equality, change, love, happiness, freedom, and comradery.

After all, we’re stronger together.

Sincerely,

Stephanie

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Dear Trump Supporters,

Disclaimer: This letter to you will be laden with more emotion than facts, but as it seems, facts mean nothing to you, so let’s move on…

What the fuck?

I really should quit social media because, every single time I scroll through my Facebook, I lose more and more faith in humanity—in people I once respected. Ultimately, this makes me REALLY sad. Uncles. Aunts. Cousins. My own father.

These aren’t bad people. But hearing “I have no choice but to vote for Trump” come out of their mouths has a real impact on me. My reaction? It’s visceral.

Dad, you told me the other night that you’d probably be voting for Trump because you can’t bring yourself to vote for Hillary. How did I respond? With tears. I had nothing to say. Because, ultimately, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what that PIG of a man says. You’re STILL voting for him… why? HOW?

Women have been demeaned. People of color disrespected. Americans pitted against each other.

Trump is not the man to lead our country.

Trump disgusts me, yes, but it’s the people justifying his words and actions that render me the most disappointed. Many of you are STILL standing behind him despite what he has been  RECORDED saying about women, despite what he has DONE to women, despite how despicable he clearly is. What can I say to you to change your mind?

Because I’m lost. And I don’t even want to talk to you anymore.

Very Sincerely,

Stephanie