What this election means right now
I've been told that I do not belong, that I should go back to my own country. But I'm not alone, and we're not alone.
I continue to cry on and off throughout the day. Tears of sadness. Tears of betrayal. Tears of confusion at the kind of community it seems we live in now—or apparently, have always lived in since we stepped foot in this country as immigrants.
I keep staring out the window wondering, Now what?
We lost something on November 9. More than an election. Something—call it humanity, compassion, hope—faltered and perished, and something in me, too.
