A few of you have been wondering where I’ve been these past couple of months, and I’m finally ready to tell. I had planned to share all of my adventures in wedding planning, but after November 8th I just did not have the heart to carry on with beauty blogging. It just seemed kind of trivial when the world was going into unknown and dangerous territory with our new president.
As some of you are aware I am a first generation Mexican-American and the granddaughter of a Muslim immigrant. I’ve lived in this country for 26 years and for the first time I actually feel like I did not belong here. It’s been incredibly difficult being surrounded by my Trump supporting friends over these past of months, but I’m getting by day by day. I do not want to live in a bubble of liberals, because I actually want to move forward together. However, it is hard not to feel that Trump-eters are voting against me and my existence when they vote to throw out others who are just like me.
I have been reading story after story of how the Mexican Community is being forced back into the shadows where they will be exploited, abused, and afraid. It’s incredibly disheartening to hear they no longer feel safe to report crimes or even go outdoors because they don’t want to attract attention to themselves. The hate and lack of compassion for their struggle has also been particularly astounding to me. I’ve had a Trump supporter tell me that undocumented Mexicans should be treated as intruders in your house. I just can’t wrap my head around the mindset of those that would willingly take away access to clean water and a land of opportunity from people who would not otherwise have it.
The election was also a reminder of how we have such a long way to go for race relations in this country. I remember a few years ago I was in bed with a boy and he told me that my skin color looked like dirt. He grew up to be a Trump supporter who thought the post-election despair of the millions of immigrants, women, LGBT, and people of color were unfounded. I sincerely regret just walking out on him instead of helping him build up his race relations skills from the bottom of the barrel. I now see the importance of always standing up to bigotry and never letting anybody make you feel undervalued for the color of your skin.
Yikes, that was more political talk than I ever intended for this blog. I hope my readers don’t share the sentiment that I look like dirt and will be open to my beauty advice in the future. Unfortunately, I’m still having trouble writing about my usual topics. Do any of my fellow bloggers have ideas on how to get your writing mojo back?
Abraham: We have to be more Mexican than the Mexicans and more American than the Americans, both at the same time! It’s exhausting!