To Angry America, I
have to profess, I'm sacred. You see, as I watched your rallies and as I
continue, on daily bases to see the hateful and callous way you have treated
people that don't look like you, I grow scared.
As I watch
Pervert-elect, assemble a team of bigoted and sexiest individuals for his
transition team, float possible cabinet members and Supreme court nominees, I
grow scared.
As I watch Corey
Lewandowski angrily assault Van Jones about a concessions, I grow scared.
As I see post on
social media of Muslim women's Hijab's being pulled off, Mexican children being verbally assaulted about building a wall, my
black brother and sister's openly being called niggers and threats of lynching,
I grow scared.
Yes, I am
scared….but not of you…I am scared of what I will do if you were to verbally
assault (physical is a given) or try to
intimidate me or my family. I am scared of what
I would do if you impede me, my family or other minorities from
realizing their full potential as human beings. I am scared of what I will do
if you disrupt my peaceful nature.
There are only two
options. The first being to ignore you, move on and hope decent human beings will overcome. The second being,
destroying you with every muscle fiber in my body. Neither of these options sit
well with me.
There is a war, a
war that was held in check with the election of President Obama, a war that was
postponed with the prospect of Hillary Clinton being elected….but not with
you…..inside of my soul. Between the side that has seen peaceful solutions work,
but also, the side the says they should have learned their lesson. The side
that says being a man is about knowing when to fight and when to forgive flawed
human beings.
I know many of
fellow brothers and sisters have already ended their war landing on one side or
the other.
I believe my war is
coming to an end, and I grow scared.