The Hate That Hate Produced
Why it took so long for me to post my real thoughts about Trump’s assassination attempt
I’ve debated over posting my thoughts on Donald Trump’s assassination attempt for the past week because I don’t feel very charitable toward him. I haven’t gone on social media and posted my real thoughts about the matter not just because of the potential for censorship but because I didn’t want to take any chances that:
1. I could be banned.
2. The Secret Service or the FBI would show up at my door.
It’s taken me this long to find a way to voice my thoughts in a way that may cause me the least amount of harm or disruption. So, this is what I’m going to say:
Bad things happen to all sorts of people every day. Usually, I can muster a sliver of sympathy when something traumatic happens to somebody I don’t like. Donald Trump is an exception.
A part of me feels dismayed that I can feel such hatred for anyone as it’s usually not in my nature. As someone reared to be deferential and docile due to my intersections as a Black woman, it often takes a lot for me to get angry about anything.
However, the mere mention of Donald Trump’s name can have me seething in seconds. When it comes to Donald Trump, I have no qualms about my hatred for him. After all, given his…
