The Election

I have no words for what happened today. I woke up this morning and checked the exit poll results. When I saw that they weren’t exactly in Clinton’s favor, I brushed it off, packed my things, and got off my bus.

During the break after my second period, my friend yelled across the room that Trump won. Some of my classmates burst into rapid German, and all I could understand were the brief moments of English “Make America Great Again” and “Grab her by the p—y”, shouted between laughs. Laughs. They were laughing at my country’s election and the people who’d voted in it, and I couldn’t blame them for it.

My teachers asked me if I was surprised. My friends offered me apologetic looks and suggested that I extend my visa. But it still didn’t seem real.

I moved through the day like any other. I went to my next class. I walked to my bus stop and went home. I was dreaming (or having a nightmare).

The outcome of the election wasn’t possible in my mind, and maybe that’s because everyone I follow on Instagram and Twitter had posts about welcoming the first female president to the White House. Because I’m not in the U.S, right now, the internet is the only way I can detect America’s pulse, and maybe I should’ve taken into account the fact that almost all of my friends and the people I admire are exceedingly liberal.

While this might part of the reason I was so shocked, I think it’s more so that I didn’t think the majority of voters could turn their backs on people who are as much a part of their country as they are, women, minorities, immigrants, Muslims, the LGBTQ+ community, people who all live, work, and love America.

I came from school today, and reality set in: A man who has oppressed or plans to oppress all of these people will become the President of the United States.

I’m angry, hurt, and fearful, and I can’t even begin to know what it’s like to have those feelings in a place where some people making their prejudiced views public and are harassing the groups of people that will most likely face future hardships at the hands of who’s been elected and the people who’ve elected him. It’s easy for me to attempt eloquence on this situation when I’m physically displaced from the people who may disagree with me.

To people who are scared or are dealing with unkindness, my thoughts are with you, and to people who have the privilege of feeling safe right now, please try to share that with your fellow Americans.