This has been a trying week. After a vitriolic election season, I think most of us were ready to move on, but a lot of people took for granted the possibility that Mr. Trump could actually become president. Now that he is the president-elect, the poisonous political atmosphere seems to only be worse, as those who did not want Mr. Trump to win are questioning the motives of anyone who did vote for him, questioning relationships, and their standing in this country.
To come at this fully disclosing my own political views so that any bias I have is out there, I did not vote for either Clinton or Trump. I could not, in good conscience, vote for Clinton because of her stance on abortion and belief that a child, up to the point of delivery, could be killed if a mother so chooses. However, I also could not vote for Trump, whose rhetoric on Mexicans, Muslims, refugees, women, people with disabilities, and those who questioned his credibility, was so abhorrent to me that I couldn’t fathom having someone who seemed to hate so much of our population trying to lead our nation effectively and fairly.
So no, I did not vote for either candidate. But, while I would have mourned another eight years of our federal government touting abortion as a woman’s right, I had resigned myself to it and was placing my hope in a Senate and House that would continue to fight for the end of abortion.
When I realized that Trump was going to win, I was surprised by how hard I took it. I have cried multiple times in the past week as I think about all the people he scares, including myself. Even as I know that a pro-life leader (although, in the same breath I will say no one is pro-life unless they respect the dignity of ALL lives) is what our country needs, I feel incredibly hurt by the fact that 1 in 4 people chose Trump.
I believe this is where many people are currently living, some place between knowing this is better than 8 more years of our country actively participating in the killing of unborn children, and also wondering what this means for all the minority groups that Trump has spoken out against.
Most of all, this is my question: of all the pro-life candidates that were out there, how is Donald Trump the one we ended up with? I mean, seriously, there were 17, SEVENTEEN, candidates for the Republican party at the very beginning of the election season. Not all of them were establishment politicians, but all of them recognized the importance of ending abortion. Yet, Donald Trump became the nominee, and now our future president.
I fully support those who voted for Trump because they vote pro-life. I respect that and accept it as a fundamental issue for others as well as myself. But how on earth did we get to the point that Donald Trump was the pro-life candidate the Republican party ended up with? That is where my hurt, and the hurt for many others, lies.
This has been, and will continue to be, a process of acceptance. My hope is to in some small way begin true dialogue with those of opposing view points, and so I will try to be writing more frequently about what I feel needs to change in our society in order to end the polarization and begin to heal our nation.
In the meantime though, I will pray.
I will pray that those hurting because they feel their country has turned its back on them are shown compassion and love.
I will pray that those who voted for Trump are shown love and understanding by those who question their motives.
I will pray for dialogue between people of different races, ethnicities, nationalities and immigrant/refugee status, political persuasion, sexualities, sexual identities, religions, genders, and ages.
And I will pray for president-elect Donald Trump, that he recognizes and is humbled by the huge responsibility he has been given to lead this country forward.