Many of my friends are posting open letters, so I guess this is mine.
I didn’t vote for him. I didn’t vote for her. I did vote for president. I’ll let you untangle that (but don’t overthink it).
I am the same person I was Monday; in fact the same person I was before this election season started. According to the news media and some people on social media, that is the problem.
I am white. Apparently this makes me a bigot.
I am Christian. This makes me a hater of all other religions.
I don’t support abortion. This means I don’t understand and support a woman’s control of her body.
I believe in the sanctity of marriage between one man and one woman. This makes me a homophobe.
I am the granddaughter of legally emigrated and naturalized immigrants from Ireland, Scotland and Italy. This means I’m here wrongly because of the Native American’s plight.
I don’t agree with someone, so I am now a hater.
I don’t understand labeling people. We are more than just a label; everyone is. Not every cop is bad, not every doctor is good. People irritate, confuse, astound, hurt, encourage and amuse me from all walks of life.
If I don’t agree with you it doesn’t mean I don’t understand what you’re saying. I doesn’t mean I hate you.
This new president will be difficult for all of us. No one won in this election, least of all our country.