Anger. Rage. Fury. The gods both old and new can hear the voices of the people. And there is anger. Rage. Fury. What has happened today shows the ugly mirror of our country to the world. Those that celebrate show their true colors. Their alignment. Their stances. And we see you. And we will not forget you.
The result of this election has given power back to The Dictator. A man who easily created a rhetoric of hate and divisiveness and has hushed down the voices of those he considers lower than himself. Putting himself in the very place of the God that his followers worship. The Fake Messiah has risen from the ashes and now we the people are going to burn through his flames of hatred and destruction. This is the truth.
The Dictator will be the cause of much distress. Women, who already lost so much in the last two years when Roe v Wade was overturned, stripped control of their own body and autonomy. Now they must endure an even more impactful and dangerous administration that will bring us to the fictional world of Handmaidens Tale. Ripping away their sense of humanity and self worth. The Dictator doesn’t see women as anything but objects that are for breeding and service. Sexual assault victims will suffer even more and there will be less protection for them. With less access to proper care and facilities, I can see nothing else than a world filled with the blood of innocent women that deserve better. You deserve better.
The Dictator has manipulated the American dream into an experimental nightmare of xenophobic anger and fear that has put those seeking asylum as enemies. As monsters. As beasts invading our home. Our home which comes from stolen land when we ourselves were seeking refuge away from a tyrannical monarchy. Americans whose very roots comes from emigrating from persecuted lands, have become the very enemy we swore to destroy. Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight cleverly written line fits well here “We either die a hero or live long enough to see ourselves become the villain”.
The Dictator has turned the voices of the Latino dream into a false sense of trust and of disgusting betrayal. Puerto Ricans failing to seek their own independence in support of a woman who disgustingly turned her back on her own people and openly steals and leaves them to their own deaths. Our people dying on the street and we let them down. With the promise that one day we might be as equal as the white man who holds us as at gun point and tells us to obey. Reminder once more that we will never be equal to them, we won’t ever be enough and that they see us as one thing…garbage. This is what the Dictator sees.
A false narrative of economic promise where they try to convince others that they have a plan. That prosperity will come. With tariffs and tax cuts that will help put money back in our pockets. Except its not our pockets. Its theirs. These cuts will never be for us, its for those that continue to make dogs out of us. Servants. Slaves. The ignorant many will see these promises and the simplicity of blaming and finding anger in the world and say that change is their enemy. Progression means they will be forgotten. And so they voted for a world where they will drown in debt and will cause a likely economic recession. And at the end of it all will they still blame his predecessors or will they praise the false god that is The Dictator? Ignorance is bliss.
The Democratic party has failed us. They have succumbed to their failures and are slowly imploding. The party meant to bring safety to my brothers and sisters of this world has let it go back to the hands of people who wished to put us in chains. And they fear fighting back, because they wish for peace and for another opportunity to do “what’s right”. But perhaps its time they truly look in themselves and realize that the Dictator will not fight fair and its time we do the same. An eye for an eye. We didn’t start our country with talks of peace but with the flames of rebellion and rage. Find your rage and your flames. Fight back.
The Dictator has risen. And these four years will be a hurricane that will rival the one that almost took away the island I’m from. And the best thing I can say is hold on. We HAVE to hold on. We have to be the hope. We have to be the faith. We cannot give up against the oppressors and the slavers that wish for us to just take this loss and say “its all fine welcome back to the White House.” The world has turned upside down. And I want those that read this to know that I see you. I see your pain. I feel your heart. And that we will get through this.
To my LGBTQ+ Family, to my brothers, sisters and siblings of Color, to the beautiful amazing strong women, to the next generation. May we cry our tears tonight. May we wail in despair and dread. May we feel what this darkness feels like. May we all remember these feelings in two years, in four years, in eight years from now. Because this is where we begin to strike back. Let them know our voices will be heard. We WILL be equal.
To those who voted to the Dictator and by chance are reading this. And I hope some of you are reading this. I will not unfollow you from my social media. I want you to see me. I want to see you. I want you to see the pain that you have caused. I want you to see the seeds that you sow and the destruction that you have brought. Whether from hatred or ignorance, I want you to see what your uninformed minds have created. The world that will be painted red from the blood of your kind and my families and friends. This is on you. I want you to know that I wont be the one to cause any pain or anger in your life. I don’t have to. You have caused it all to yourself. And when you come crawling back wishing for mercy and to be spared from the Dictators reign and wrath. I want you to remember this very clearly. You did this to yourself. Don’t blame us if we don’t rescue you next time.
We will rise again. I urge to read and become informed on these topics.
Coqui, Coqui, Coqui.