Blue Lines Blog – My Letter to you.

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The lament of my wish to have had been a father and husband,

On 11/9/16 the world changed, and the small part I tried to play was rendered impotent. Bearing my soul to you, I now question one of my major life goals which has been adjusted by age, but it is having you…my family. I can look back at how my family ended up in the United States through slavery, through my Cuban grandfather joining the U.S. Military to come here. True Republicans have been elected and served in contrast to my having cast a ballot against them. Never have we been on the verge of this…the future is muddy. Eight years ago, I had “Hope” while wondering what an untested Obama would do, today I am mired in “Despair,” as a misogynist racist waits to take over the current leader of the free world. It boggles my mind how the provincial minds of his electorate who he could care less for, would cast an uninformed vote based primarily on hate. Hate of differences, hate of diversity, hate of everything that is idealistically what the United States is supposed to represent. In 4 years, we will truly be asking a candidate to “Make America (that’s actually the name of the continent) Great Again.”

Yesterday, in response to the election, my niece was surrounded by children, who taught by their parents to hate, celebrated the election win by stating, “go back to the plantation.” I am so filled with rage. I met my teenage niece in her second year as a precocious toddler, and I’ve have been a part of her life throughout her growth into a young woman. She and her sisters for a long time were the daughters and children that I did not have. I hate the world and country that they are living in, especially today, and I fear the future. Do I want to create a child who at around 3 years old, may live in a country that has been destroyed by this criminal? What type of father would I be to bring you into this world, is this love? My best friends wife (and good friend) had to explain to her son that Tuesday’s election may be the decision that could lead to a draft again by his 18th Birthday. I fear for the children who are in my life now.