Dear Trump supporters/Trump voters,
I am writing this letter to those who voted for Trump specifically to those who are white working and middle class people.
I am writing this letter from a place of understanding and fear. Whether we like it or not, I believe we have always lived in a divided America in part due to our political history and government system. We really had two choices and each person voted for the candidate that believed will look out for their best interest or thought a particular candidate was the lesser of two evils.
When we talk about politics or anything that affect the lives of other people, we often come from a place of reaction and responsiveness as opposed to coming from a place of understanding. You probably felt like Trump was speaking directly to you because we often assume anything “Other” is bad or evil.
You voted for Trump so that means you must be bad, but from your perspective because I voted for Hillary, I must be bad. However, in reality, we are just two people that wanted our families and friends to prosper and live in an environment without fear. We both are living in fear. It is fear from not knowing each other or not normally interacting positively with each other on a daily basis.
I want to let you know that I do understand your struggle living in a town where jobs are hard to come by. I do understand that you are afraid of the “other” and how it might be harmful to you and your community. It is ironic because that is how I feel about you. I don’t want to feel this way, but I’m afraid of what you might do to the people I love and care about.
How can we both overcome this where our fear of each other will go away? I ask of each other that we must listen to understand and not listen to respond. “We-must-listen-to- understand-and-not-listen-to-respond.” I want to learn more about what you are afraid of and to legitimize your fears as you legitimize mine. I want to be able to share stories with you over a meal and connect in a way where we both care about each other. I have come to realize that you are not bad people, but people with stories of joy, struggle and survival. I have come to realize that you and your community matters and want you to prosper like any other family.
I also want you to know my fears. I want you to acknowledge that my community and my family matters. I want you to want my family and friends to prosper.
We all want representation. We all want people to learn and to understand from our side. I know that you love your spouse like I love mine. I know that you love your parents like I love mine. I know that you love your community like I love mine. Now how do each of us love each other like we love our family?