Dear Mr. Trump,
You have to be a President and make all this hate stop, because I love a whole lot of people in your country and it is all breaking my heart. Please stop breaking everyone’s heart, the tears are real, the hearts are real, this is not a game.
This is love that you are attacking at its very core, my eyes can’t cry anymore, watching all of this. It makes my soul ache, as a citizen of the world you are trying to break, and I’m breaking into a million little pieces.
So I don’t know what to do but pray to the Lord, to bring some compassion to you, to make you human again. When you made fun of the disabled, I remembered my father crying in pain and being pushed in his wheelchair through hospital doors. Why, Mr. Trump? You hurt my soul – deep; an infinite pain. So much so that to go on would make me write even more. And what’s more, as the night is winding down, I am thinking about my daughter; third-generation Greek, granddaughter of immigrants, and I wonder how you cannot see the beauty in this. Mothers, we need to unite and fight for what’s right, our children need this light.
Mr. Trump, being human isn’t hard – walk outside and sit on the street, on the pavement for awhile. Feel the ground beneath you as if you are the homeless or the poor, then walk in another man’s shoes for a day, or maybe more. Maybe you need more. Stroll awhile near a small lake, away from city lights where God can speak to you. I don’t know, maybe he might reach you, whisper love, or what it means to love, to you.
I don’t know if my words will teach you, I am trying to reach you, the people I love don’t deserve your awful words. You need to make this right, because Mr. President, I love, love the world so beautiful and blessed and bright. Come on, tell me you don’t mean what you say, allow me to believe that you just don’t understand, that’s what I need to believe. I need to believe that you don’t understand that Black Lives Matter is a movement about injustice, and there are no sides to that. Have you read the statistical information? Have you read a book on historical fact and the articulation of All Lives Matter is again dismissing the right to equality? You see, it is white privilege that says all lives matter. We are again dismissing the reality that our world doesn’t work that way. It doesn’t, and you know that as well as I do.
How could you tell a child that discrimination has sides, that the Nazi flag flown in Charlottesville, Virgina had sides. So wrong, so very wrong. You and I, me and you, we are also Hebrew. You should feel that in your soul’s fire, deep within where God lives in us all. I am begging you, hear him whisper to you.
I am hoping that my voice reaches you. You don’t know me and I don’t know you, but I need to ask you to see the people I love. I need you to see love and light and all that is just and right.
Going to bed now, going to say goodnight and maybe when the sun rises up, your soul might ignite and you just might make all this better or even right.
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