To the White, fauxminist Women For Trump, I’m done with y’all.
I’ve never felt so betrayed, horrified and disappointed by a group of people in my life. Today, I feel like you slit my soul’s throat with your knife of privileged indifference.
53 percent of you voted for one of the most sexist, misogynistic, bigoted men in the history of American politics, leaving our rights and large swaths of American people in grave danger.
Perhaps I’ve been living under a rock for the last few years, perhaps I’ve been operating under the guise of misplaced faith in you. But here I am, the day after, and I want to scream at this pain and betrayal I’m feeling.
But really, I’m the fool who believed in you.
I should have known when, after months of Donald Trump dragging Muslims, Latinos, the disabled and so many other minority groups, you only started talking about this man when he came for your own. When he spoke on your beloved Megyn Kelly’s period, and when he said he could “grab em by the pussy” about a rich, beautiful White television host, all of a sudden, you started reacting. We stood with you then, even as you secretly stood against us, preparing yourselves to vote for him.
Even that was not enough to disgust you to turn away from a candidate grounded in Whiteness with a capital W. By Whiteness, I don’t mean people who are white. I mean Whiteness in its most pejorative sense – in supremacy, in privilege, in thinly-veiled references to returning to a time when Black and brown people did not have your jobs and live in your neighborhoods, when America was “great.”
You were so threatened at the idea of giving us a seat at the table that you felt it was preferable to turn down the path of the erasure of anyone who does not look like you.
It’s clear you only care about yourselves. And you don’t see yourselves as part of the problem.
We’ve been fighting with you for so long for you to diversify what “feminism” means. I’m sure you’ve heard the term “intersectionality,” and yet, for a century, it seems like you have been either openly rejecting it or pretending it doesn’t exist. Either way, you are not including us.
Take for example your march to Susan B. Anthony’s grave, in what is the perfect metaphor for the problem with this election. Thousands of women from both sides of the political spectrum lined up to place “I voted” stickers on her grave. And yet, if you were to look into her past, you would see that she was vehemently opposed to supporting Black people’s right to vote.
She famously said, “I will cut off this right arm of mine before I will ever work or demand the ballot for the negro and not the woman.”
Like so many feminists in this election, the choice defaulted to Whiteness above all else.
And so, here we are, dealing with a disaster you have created. And you’re out here celebrating your victory, having put Hillary Clinton, that “Nasty Woman” in her “place.” You’re talking about “law and order,” “safety for your family” and how “she’s a liar.”
And yet you put the biggest liar of all in the highest of offices.
No doubt now you feel emboldened by your victory and now you can come forward as the hateful person you are, even as you mask it in talk of progress and colorblind rhetoric.
You showed out for White supremacy and yet you have the nerve to ask us to work with you. To “cooperate” and “accept” like good little minions.
You ask us to respect this president whose entire platform is disrespecting us.
I’m ashamed of you. And I’m ashamed at myself for ever believing in you.