This Election Meant So Much to Me

By Nadia Zaragoza

November 9th, 2016, was a cold, exhausting day. I had to get up with my head swimming, walk to breakfast with the weight of the world crushing my chest and pushing out the tears that ran down my cheeks trying to chase away my fears.

Part of me feels angry, like anyone who didn’t go out and vote for Clinton didn’t really think to care about my rights, my friends’ rights; I’m frustrated with how illogical it seems, that all they saw were sketchy details of emails and Benghazi as if they were in the court room, instead of looking at how Clinton had dedicated her life’s work to public service and how she genuinely had plans to improve the country. 

But what really hurts is the fact that most of my friends and myself are part of some sort of minority group, whether it be LGBTQ+, Asian, Latina, Black, female, etc, and we feel unsafe and unvalued by society. That Trump’s words and actions have been validated by this election. Aside from his policies or whatever actually happens - he’s representing us, he’s a role model, and he’s saying that all of this blatant hatred is okay. I can’t imagine how terrible it would be for anything bad to happen to the beautiful people that are my friends and family. 

People at school seemed dismissive, saying “It’s fine, Republicans aren’t actually going to pass anything he said.” “Hey, he’s not Hitler.” 

Meanwhile, the girl I had feelings for in high school messages our group chat with “I just watched a video comparing African Americans getting attacked in demonstrations in the 60s to African Americans getting attacked at Trump rallies and I lost it.”

And that’s why I cried through my classes today. Seeing all those fearful and devastated posts and messages from people I love shattered my heart. What could I do to protect them?

Hillary made me feel empowered. She made me feel like nothing could stop me or my friends on our paths to success, and her election would have validated that. This election meant so much to me.

So that was my sad day. But tomorrow is a new day. America may have failed me, but I will not fail America. My name is Nadia, and that means Hope in Russian. I will not lose hope, and I’ll never lose my drive. I will stand strong with my friends and family, I’m going to fight for what I believe in, I’m going to get educated, I’m going to serve my community, I’m going to be successful. And my friends will too. Heck, I’ll be your first mixed-race bisexual female president, if that means protecting the safety of my friends and family, and making America a better place for everyone. I’m at Georgia Tech, I can do that.