Get Ready, Donald: You Haven't Won Yet
By Alison Sloan (Oklahoma City University Undergraduate)
It is no secret that I, like the majority of U.S. citizens, voted for Hillary Clinton in the Final Presidential Election. It is no secret that I disapprove of every racist, misogynist, homophobic thing that Donald Trump stands for. I have never been afraid to speak my mind. However, when Donald Trump was elected President of the United States; when the KKK celebrated on bridges; when Trump supporters yelled “Kill Obama!” at his acceptance speech, I was, for the first time, overcome with fear. I had been proven wrong in the fact that I thought the majority of Americans would believe that I deserved the same rights as them.
As a member of the LGBTQ+ community, I feared losing my rights to love who I wanted to love. I feared being a woman in a country that would be ruled by a bigot that wanted to take away a woman’s right to her body. Many of my friends are here illegally, and I feared the idea of never being able to see them again. My sleep the night of the election was being constantly interrupted by fits of hysteria- I would wake up in a sweat, crying my eyes out, thinking to myself that maybe if I were to move, or maybe if I erased all evidence of my bisexuality, then maybe I could survive. Donald Trump’s campaign alone had already sparked an excess amount physical violence. I feared that his Presidency would, quite literally, kill me and many others.
I woke up November 9th feeling weak. I got ready slowly, and made the trek down to my University’s music building, the Wanda L. Bass School of Music. When I arrived at the back entrance, I was astonished to see that the building- a personal place of refuge- had been demoted to a canvas for chalked cynicism (“Music to Trump’s Ears”/“I’m With Her- LOL Not”/“”Sing Your Heart Out, Little Trump”/“Trump Grabbed Hillary By the P***y”). Immediately following my first class, my friend and I bought 5 large bottles of water and quickly washed away the hatred that covered our sanctuary.
As I was washing away the bigotry scrawled outside Wanda, I realized that I didn’t have to just stand there and take whatever hate-infused object was thrown at me. And neither do you. Protest. Rise up. However, in order for you to actually get people to listen to you, make sure the protests are peaceful (“When They Go Low, We Go High”). This alone will speak volumes. Call and email the Electoral College. Call, write letters to, and email your representatives. Persist. Vote. Vote. VOTE. Now is not a time to be lazy.
We will not be forced to let bigotry and inequality win. We have fought too hard for that. Do not fear a morally unequipped Cheeto who spouts useless bigoted propaganda to every corrupt voter that will listen. His Presidency is chalk, and we are the water that can wash it away.
As for me, I still fear the worst. But that fear of hatred fuels me to want to fight it off. I will defend myself with my head held high. I will speak my mind. And I will sure as hell not be silenced by the bullies of the world. Because now, I am fighting to survive.
Get ready, Donald.
You haven’t won yet.