Election 2016: I Feel Like Kanye, 2005

Today, I sat with my feelings.

I am saddened. I am angry. I am concerned.

I am strong. I am able. I am resilient.

Post-election, despite exercising my right to vote, I somehow felt disenfranchised upon hearing the results.

I heard America yelling “fuck you niggers”, “fuck you bitches”, “fuck you faggots”, “fuck you immigrants”, “fuck you ‘others’”.

For the first time, I felt a cloud of insecurity envelop me as I was made aware of the fact that most of America does not value the rest of America.

I heard these “fuck you’s” echoing over the oceans to countries where terrorism and radicalism are rampant, and I felt shaken. I cried with my roommate before leaving my apartment. I walked with anxiety through New York City’s Penn Station. And admittedly, I side-eyed every white person I saw on my morning commute. I continued to reimagine the maturation of children who will have heard their president defame every minority group in this country, and I was scared.

My mother and grandmother showered me with group texts insisting that we reevaluate our internal turmoil and give our problems to God, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was being forced to re-engage the mindset of slave. I had been reassured that I could not depend on American government to protect me; my only allotted comfort was some divine resilience. Was this 1816 or 2016?

A divine resilience was all Black people had through slavery, through the Jim Crow South, and through the Civil Rights Movement, and with this power, they were able to usher in a new, better world for all us.

But to be honest, I thought we had cleared up most of our country’s overt racism—in 2016, our leaders have to at least pretend to be non-racist, non-sexist, non-classist, and non-homophobic. I wasn’t prepared for a vehement fight against the status quo. I planned to graduate from college, make money pursuing a creative passion, have a family, do some intermittent volunteer work, and mind my business.

Instead, with this upcoming transfer of power, plans have changed. As we begin to understand and analyze the true state of our union, we must transform our fear, anger, and anxiety to empowerment. We must be empowered to strengthen our skill sets and find new ways to collaborate and support each other and those who believe in civil rights, despite living in a country with conflicting views on equality.

The State of the Union: TBD...

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- Ivana Tucker