Kaylee

What Country is This?

rmildner46

The last several days have been difficult for me. I don’t recognize where I am right now. I know about changes in administrations having now lived through eleven of them. Some have been exciting and others difficult. None of them have caused me to doubt our rightful leadership of the free world…until now. Right now I don’t recognize the country I live in. I don’t recognize the people we have become.

The country I grew up in was a place of boundless optimism. I was given an education and an opportunity that I could not have gotten anywhere else in the world. I rode on the shoulders of great men, who gave their lives fighting tyranny so that I might have just that opportunity. I was inspired by leaders with expansive visions of our role and our potential. John F. Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Ronald Reagan, George W. Bush and Barack Obama. I didn’t always agree with their politics or policies, but I was inspired by their visions of our greatness.

Now we are led by a president who plays to our fears and ignores our inherent optimism and generosity of spirit. He is not of us and he does not represent me. I loathe his pettiness, his self-aggrandizement, his immaturity, but most of all his lack of understanding of who we are as a people. We are the people we fought two world wars to make the world safe for democracy and then spent our own treasure to re-build the economies of our former enemies. That is who we are. Now he would have us believe that we are cowards, afraid of a few refugees consisting mostly of women, children, the aged and infirm, fleeing the sort of tyranny we have always opposed. That our irrational fear of harm outweighs our generosity of spirit. That is not who I am, and I don’t believe we are.

Republican, Democrat, liberal, conservative we have always been an optimistic and generous people. Please cause us to remain so. Join me in opposing the un-American ban on travel from seven Muslim countries and the closing of our borders to refugees, so that our children and grandchildren can grow up as we did, with faith in our future and unafraid of our role in the world.

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liberalsarecool

Trump has no governmental skill. He has no negotiating skills outside of being the landlord of buildings his Dad gave him. Trump is a malignant outsider, who never liked playing by rules and absolutely hates being called out for his low-brow methods. [How many times has he said ‘unfair’?]

Trump [and Bannon] is trying to get us all to not like each other, because he does not like any of us. Trump is trying to undermine our news, question our scientists, and attack the intellectuals.

The problem is, we Americans know who we are. We live in the real world, not some gold-painted, wannabe-monarch’s penthouse asylum.

We must stop Trump, for anything he instills in us from his world is truly unAmerican. We love our neighbors, we pay our bills, we apologize when we are wrong, and we see the goodness in each other.

arse-thetic

#justiceformuslims

csidesuicide

I love every single person who reblogged this

achromatiq

I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.

It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.

Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.

It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.

Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.