I voted for Trump. My neighbors consist of two black families, one Hispanic, one Turkish, and one Vietnamese family. My husband is a disabled veteran. The stupid, immature statements Donald Trump made were not half as frightening to me as the actions of Hillary Clinton.
After having read an article about an anti-Trump protester who stated that her 10-year-old black grandson came home from school afraid Trump would reinstate slavery, I am assured that I voted for the right candidate. My hope is, that this child did not learn such nonsense in school and that his parents are not as racist as their son’s statement makes them out to be.
Until we respect individuals who deserve respect, constantly work to improve as individuals, accept the imperfect world we live in, and work constructively to improve it, we will not end racism. President Obama was elected on a platform of hope: hope to end racism, hope to improve poverty, hope to help the declining middle class, hope to lower health care costs, hope to end partisanship, but after 8 years, I gave up hope and voted for Trump.