January 6, 2021

In 2016, I woke up with puffy eyes and went to work late. I was saddened to not see our first woman president but even more, I was disappointed to see that our nation elected a sexual predator, a failed businessman, a reality tv show host to run our country. The fact that “grab ’em by the pussy” wasn’t enough to make almost 63 million people think twice about voting for Trump is still upsetting, but I gave them, and him, the benefit of the doubt. Maybe there would be enough experienced politicians to guide him through the next four years. Let’s remain hopeful.

That January, I peacefully joined 50,000 people at the women’s march in Philadelphia with my cousin. When a friend’s dad asked me why I marched, I explained that as a full-time, salaried manager of a restaurant just a few years before, I did not have health insurance. While uninsured, I went to Planned Parenthood who based an annual check-up on my salary at the time. Mike Pence had sponsored the first bill to defund Planned Parenthood in 2007 and did so repeatedly until it passed in 2011.

Philadelphia Women’s March 2017.

I also marched to show that women would not be silenced. Seared in my memory are the first time I was catcalled and the first time I was sexually assaulted — I was 13 years old. Catholic guilt set in, and I thought it was my fault for wearing a spaghetti-strapped top and maybe my shorts were too short? Neither clothing choice gave anyone permission to walk by me and put his hand up my shorts. Ask your sister, girlfriend, wife, mother about any time she was touched without her permission — I bet she can tell you without hesitation. Almost 25 years later, I can still feel that hand and every other moment I was handled without my permission.

In 2017, I made myself an active community member attending public meetings for county issues. I made sure I voted in all the elections. I held conversations with people who hold opposing views. I encouraged everyone to vote, no matter how they voted. I did not unfriend Trump supporters on social media.

And ever did they post! Trump supporters asked how it was racist to support him. They reminded us that “Trump’s still [y]our president.” They looked away when children were separated from parents, yet they’re a party of “family values.” They touted his tax reform as if any of those changes supported them, while he paid a whopping $750 a year. They said we needed a businessman, not another politician. This list could go on and on…and on.

They made excuses for him and for themselves.

This summer, we saw people hired to protect citizens kneel on their necks until they were breathless, gone for good. Just one of many examples where we were failed by our government, public servants. And as people marched for social justice, the same supporters mentioned above posted their blue lines and made more excuses and pretended that chosen jobs were equivalent to an entire race of Americans that have been continually mistreated, abused, murdered. It’s not an easy job, that’s for sure, but to not acknowledge the abuse of power is purposefully ignorant. Instead, we focused on looting, rioting, fires, but refused to acknowledge the blatant racism that exists in our institutions throughout this country.

In November 2020, 74 million people voted for Donald Trump. He lost.

And then, today. Today! A bunch of terrorists marched on our Capitol, climbed its walls, broke its windows, pushed through its doors, assaulted our democracy because a reality tv show host told them not to trust the media, that the election was stolen, and to “stand back and stand by.”

It’s with that, all the empathy in my bones, and my entire heart and soul that I adamantly say, fuck you. I am done being patient. I am done with explaining your double standards. I am done with your conspiracy theories. I am done with your disrespect. While I have respect for those with different views, I do not have space in my mind, in my heart, in my life for supporters of Donald Trump.