Friday, January 20, 2017

A Parent's Thoughts On President Trump

Please, prove us wrong!

Life has successfully imitated art today. To be precise, a reality show has become reality and it still feels surreal - like I am part of an episode of The Twilight Zone. Today, Trump, was sworn in as the 45th President of the United States. I still find it hard to believe that his brazen, unapologetically misogynistic, racially prejudiced campaign won him the leadership of the free world, to which he will make the most powerful decisions that can either push or pull progress.

I vividly recall watching the polls on election day. It was 3 AM. I was seated on my glider, feeding Mikey, scrolling through my mobile phone for news, confident that Hilary Clinton would be leading. Based on how Trump was performing in the debates, and how every respected media outlet has been painting him to be the joke that he is, it was impossible for him to win. Then I remember my heart breaking into tiny pieces when I found out that the possibility of a Trump presidency was becoming all too real.

I shouldn't be affected because I am just a permanent resident. An immigrant who has no voting right. While I have less rights in this country versus a citizen, it does not mean that I can't be just as invested. Why? Because cradled in my arms the night the nation (or electoral college) decided on a Trump presidency is my flesh and blood whose life will be greatly affected by his leadership the next 4 years. Unlike citizens who voted, my 3-month old had no choice. Trump will be his president.

And like every parent in the world, I have been plagued with thoughts of having to explain why his president, a supposed role model, is the way he is. Lucky for me, he will be too young during Trump's tenure. However, I can still imagine him soaking it all in as he turns 2 and my fear is one day, he will do something unacceptable, such as disrespect a girl and tell me "well, that's what the president did!" My thoughts are just thoughts coupled with (a lot of) parenting anxiety and I am sure that with proper guidance, we will avoid such situation.

Though, instead of being hopeless, I've decided to remain optimistic and hopeful that President Trump will prove me, and all his doubters wrong. I am hoping that his persona during the campaign was created for the sake of marketing and that he is actually a level-headed leader who will rally for the people. However, should he continue to be the monster he was during the campaign period, my optimism and hope will transform to action because there is no way I will be silenced. My voice may not be big but there is no way that I will allow division and hate prevail. Not for me and certainly not for my family. And I hope and know that every other parent out there will do the same thing because a million small voices can unite to create an impact.
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