Tori Noriega Tori is a student at Pace University in New York City and Creative Director/Staff Writer at TFP.
What do you do when you suddenly feel like every defense you’ve put up isn’t enough? When all that you’ve fought for and taught yourself to believe in comes crashing down? That’s honestly how I felt when Trump was elected. I felt the idea in my head that my family had blended in so well with our white Texan community come crashing down. As long as no one noticed the accent in my grandmother’s voice it’d be okay. We were so white-passing, people wouldn’t even believe me when I told them my dad was born in Mexico. Once I knew what this country thought of us, fear engulfed my entire body. I finally felt that privileged viewpoint I had crumble. I can now only understand a miniscule part of what my darker paisanos feel. I couldn’t control the sobs that took over my entire body that day. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, that he wasn’t worth that. His supporters weren’t worth that emotion. There I was in my dorm, crying myself to sleep as a migraine overtook my head. On the ninth, I slept the entire day, the pain in my heart and head too much for me to endure. I called my parents and grandmother to get comfort, but none of us had words to describe the situation we were in. As I texted my cousin, knowing that she was in such a panic gave me this overwhelming fear. My dad tried to comfort me, telling me that we’d make it through this, but the dullness in his voice only made me feel anger. I was not going to let my family believe what I believed this country to be. I wasn’t going to let them believe that this country was full of white supremacy and racism. I couldn’t handle their pain. They came here for better. After I slept almost the entire day, my roommate told me she was going to the protest at Union Square, and I didn’t want her to be alone. It was scary out there. I went with her, another one of our friends joining us, and finally I’d felt like I could release all the pent up anger and frustration. The yells and community of it all gave me back the hope I’d lost. I finally got back that drive that I’d lost for those few hours. After that I knew it was time. It was time we all gathered together and formed a fight. Not just against Trump but against these people who think what he said is okay. I have people who I know that voted for him and I think we all do. I do not care what they say but that decision severed the relationship we had. I cannot sit there and continue a friendship with anyone who voted for him. Do not tell me your bullshit of not being a bigot, racist, sexist or misogynist. I don’t have the time and I don’t care if you don’t identity with it but you promoted him. You gave him the power to continue it and his true supporters the voice to spread his ideas. Now it is our time to band together and fight against you. We will not let this be deemed okay. This has expanded past an election this is now a movement and it will not be ending soon. So stop complaining on Twitter about the Facebook posts because this isn’t even the big part of it. I will not live my life in fear and I will not let my family live that way either.