Dear privileged white men and other delusional people:
I have a few things to say to you.
DO NOT ASK ME how I know that the stories I retell of detestable infractions against human rights, of inhuman racist and bigoted behavior are true.
They’re true. But even if only 20 percent of them were true it would be too many. Do not insult my intelligence with your delusions.
DO NOT TELL ME THAT MAN didn’t “choose his voters.”
Of course he did. He chose to appeal to the lowest, basest, most hateful emotions possible and to the worst of humanity.
That is a fact.
DO NOT TELL ME to move on, to get over it to accept the inevitable.
Do not tell me to accept the fact that a woman in my city had a man come up behind her in a university parking garage and pull down her hijab, bringing her to her knees.
Do not tell me that it is acceptable for some racist to add all black university students to a Nigger Lynching Group. Yes, I’m using the word. I am not sugar coating the shit that goes on in this new world that man has unleashed on us.
Do not tell me that racist, bigoted words and behavior and violence toward those who are different are ok.
It is not ok. NOT OK.
I WILL NOT go quietly into the night.
My rage is deep and my fury is strong and they, too have been unleashed.
I will use my brain, my voice, my words and my actions to fight against everything this man stands for.
I will not listen to what he has to say because he has nothing to say that I want to hear.
I will stand together with my brothers and sisters who will not stand by while others are tormented. I will expose these horrible bigots for what they are and who they are. I will fight back with all that I have and all that I am.
I do not fear you. My rage and my fury compel me to resist you.
And in my heart of hearts, I hold on to something Dr. Martin Luther King said that a friend reminded me of the other day:
“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”
May justice be done. And I’m going to help push it along.