Donald Trump: Prove Me Wrong

img_3918Some of your followers have suggested that my family, my beautiful, brilliant girls, belong in an oven. Let’s just pause there for a moment. These aren’t idle words. This is unthinkable, and it has happened before.

Mr. Trump, I wrote an article a few months ago in which I called you an “ignorant antagonist. In fact, it was kind of the title. I also wrote that a Trump presidency would be bad for all carbon-based life forms that aren’t the cockroaches that will rise to power in the post-apocalyptic hellscape that would surely follow your election. And let’s be clear, I stand by every word.

I’m writing today with an invitation: Prove me wrong.

In today’s aftermath of Tuesday’s Democratic electoral bloodbath, I’ve heard from friends of all walks of life. They’re sad and scared. You and your cohorts have vowed to take away the things they hold dearest – their families and their freedom. A woman is afraid you’ll take away her child because her son has two moms. One man feels betrayed by the country he went to Iraq to defend. Others worry you’ll bomb their homeland and put them in internment camps. Me? I’m scared for my children, my ability to defend their minds today, their bodies tomorrow, and their ability to make their own healthcare choices in the years to come. I’m also afraid that our enemies will take this opportunity to attack us, that we’ll make fresh new enemies, and that my financial security will be gutted by economic instability, and – are we being frank? – stupidity. You’ve promised to take away healthcare from millions of people, and to accelerate the destruction of our planet – the only one we have.

Some of your followers have suggested that my family, my beautiful, brilliant girls, belong in an oven. Let’s just pause there for a moment. These aren’t idle words. This is unthinkable, and it has happened before.

I learned this week that the country I love is not the one in which I live.

Mr. Trump, I didn’t choose you. I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. And I know you don’t care about me or mine. You fanned the flames of bigotry and fear and rode that wave into the highest office of the land. I think you’re a loser benefitting from our worst traits.

And now you have the ability to prove me wrong. Rise above your own history and your enemies to create a legacy of leadership, not dishonesty and domination.

President Obama and Secretary Hillary Clinton have extended a hand to you, shown us all grace in disappointment and the path to keeping this union strong because they know that our very existence is at stake. That is what it looks like when you prioritize the greater good over your own ambitions. Let them be your model. History will be kind to them because they have been the voice of progress and compassion. You have an incredible opportunity to join them and bring us back together where your campaign tore us apart.

You stake your reputation on your business acumen, and I believe you’re a pragmatist. You’re not some creepy right-wing ideologue intent on turning back the clock on human rights and shoving God into government and my uterus. I really don’t think you care one bit about my own personal uterus. It would be a poor choice for uterine acquisition – it’s not the latest mode and it’s in “used” condition. And I know you can change your course on issues whenever you see fit. In fact, I’m counting on it.

Now that you’ve won, you have the freedom to let go of your own petulance (and your Twitter handle, please). You don’t need it now. Please listen to those who have spent their lives in service to this country and our people – the foreign policy experts, our humanitarians and intelligence leaders, and our top scientists. True strength comes from surrounding yourself with the smartest, not shouting the loudest or being the most outrageous. This is a different game and our lives depend upon it. Please learn about and take seriously the awesome responsibility many (but not most, let’s be clear) of my fellow Americans invested in you. Because we’ll all be counting on you.

And please forget all about the nuclear codes, because that way cockroach overlords lie.

Most of us didn’t vote for you, but you can earn our respect and support. You can’t buy it and you can’t coat in gold leaf. Prove me wrong, Mr. Trump. Please. Meanwhile, I won’t be waiting defenselessly. We’re organizing, and there are more of us.

Thea Joselow is a digital media writer, editor and social media director based in Bethesda, Maryland. She has worked for such illustrious institutions as National Public Radio, Smithsonian Magazine, and at a strategic communications firm in Washington, D.C., but please don’t hold that against them. Thea likes to think she has a good sense of humor. All opinions, omissions and offenses are entirely her own. She can be found on Twitter at @tjoselow.

  • Mamasuze

    Thank you, Thea. I’m emotional at this moment and at a loss for words and I truly appreciate you.

    • Thea Joselow

      You’re very kind. And we’ll figure this out together.

  • http://jayrandalltodd.com/ randall todd

    Thank you for these thoughts. Absolutely agree with this ‘Prove It’ sentiment. As a friend just mentioned to me: It would be foolish to forget his spewing of hate.

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