Dear Layla,
As your parent, I have endeavored to shield you from the harsh realities of our world, especially during the tumultuous 2016 presidential election. Yet, I find myself realizing that I have not succeeded in keeping you away from its shadows. The morning after the election, you tiptoed into my room, your bright eyes filled with anticipation to hear the results. In that moment, I was left speechless. No amount of softening can diminish the reality we now face: the woman you admired and looked up to has been replaced by a man whose behavior and words towards women are troubling at best.
Your innocence is palpable, and my silence weighs heavily on us both. You asked if I was afraid of Donald Trump, and though my instinct was to brush off your concern, I realized that your five-year-old perspective had grasped the apprehension I tried to conceal. I hope that one day, when you read this, you will understand the feelings I struggled to express in that moment.
My fear transcends mere anxiety. It is a dreadful awareness of what lies ahead — how can I explain to you that the man soon to take office has shown a disturbing tendency to belittle and objectify women? How can I inspire you to trust in your intellect when we are led by someone who prioritizes superficial attributes? I worry that the progress we’ve made towards gender equality will be reversed, and that the challenges of equal pay, reproductive rights, and parental leave will be pushed back years. These are truths I wish to protect you from, yet I know they will inevitably touch your life.
As the election results rolled in, I sought solace in past elections that had similarly favored Republicans. But as the map turned red, anxiety consumed me. My hope that urban areas would rally in support of the candidate I admired faded quickly when pivotal states like Pennsylvania turned against her. I turned off the television, locking eyes with your father, both of us recognizing the gravity of the situation. We were painfully aware of the promises made to target and marginalize Muslims.
That night, our home felt unwelcoming, a stark reminder of the hostility that had emerged. We lay awake, dreading the questions that would come from you and your siblings the next morning. Am I afraid, my dear? Yes, but not of Donald Trump himself — I fear the forces he has awakened. I fear those who may seek to undermine our rights and sow division. Most of all, I fear the impact this presidency will have on you, on your belief in humanity and the goodness that exists in this country. I am concerned that the beauty of our nation’s diversity will be sacrificed for the sake of his ego.
Reflecting on my own education, I remember a history class that focused on understanding the steps that lead to genocide and the dehumanization of minorities. It once seemed a distant historical problem, but as I witnessed Donald Trump’s rise, it became painfully clear that we must learn from the past. His campaign has thrived on demonizing and scapegoating vulnerable groups, and what seemed impossible just months ago has become a harsh reality. So yes, my love, fear grips me — not just for what is, but for what may come.
Despite this fear, I hold onto hope. I envision a future filled with individuals who embrace a spectrum of possibilities, who are passionate about social justice, equality, and love. I believe that our generation, along with yours, will understand the importance of community and unity. I hope we will not fall into cynicism but rather remain vigilant against complacency, recognizing the lessons of history as a call to action.
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With all my love and hope,
Your Mother