I won’t let Donald Trump break me
Last week, while still in the throws of despair late on election night, I wrote a post here saying that the election of Donald Trump disheartened me to the point where I could no longer convince myself that politics was the right path for me. I said that I no longer believed in the highest ideals of what this country of mine could be. And I said that I was no longer sure that I could continue to aspire to work in the political sphere.
Nearly a week on from that evening, and I am still baffled by my country’s choice. Even as the popular vote has come out in favor of Secretary Clinton, I cannot fathom how millions of Americans were able to look at Donald Trump as a suitable choice to serve as president. But I have come to another revelation, as well.
I am a straight, white man who grew up in a comfortable upper middle-class household. While Trump’s economic and foreign policy positions make me anxious, I have nowhere near as much at stake in the next four years as my fellow Americans who are racial or ethnic minorities, who are undocumented, who LGBTQ, who are women, who are Jewish or Muslim, who belong to any of the multitude of groups that Donald Trump threatens. Because of my background, I sit in a position of privilege, where I can expect to be less dramatically harmed, and potentially even aided, by the policies of a Trump presidency.
For that reason, I have decided that I cannot allow myself to be broken by Donald Trump. I cannot, in good conscience, retreat to the sidelines, to give up on my country and my fellow Americans to suffer at the hands of this dangerous maniac and his cronies and supporters. It may be tempting to simply look at the political climate in this country, to look at who is leading us in all three branches of government, and give up. But for the sake of ourselves, for our fellow Americans, and for the future of our world, we have to rise to the occasion and proclaim loudly: I will not be broken by Donald Trump.