I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to say to you.

I don’t know what to say to you because your candidate unabashedly calls women fat pigs, dogs, slobs, and disgusting animals, and you defend him.

I don’t know what to say to you because your candidate told a woman that she’d look pretty on her knees. On camera.

I don’t know what to say to you because when your candidate was asked about these things by a female reporter, he said that you could see there was blood coming out of her wherever.

I don’t know what to say to you when your candidate gives a talk show host permission to talk about his daughter’s anatomy, as if her sole purpose is for breeding. Or entertainment. And you think it’s funny.

I don’t know what to say to you because your candidate declared his opponent a criminal and threatened to throw her in jail. After the FBI cleared her of wrongdoing. I don’t know what to say to you when your candidate suggested his opponent wouldn’t make a good president because she couldn’t satisfy her husband.

I don’t know what to say to you because your candidate bragged on national television that he can grab any woman by the pussy, that he can just kiss any woman he wants to without her consent and get away with it because of his celebrity. And you excused it. It was eleven years ago, you said. As if that makes a difference.

As if that’s what it means to make America great again.

I don’t know what to say to you when you celebrate your candidate’s election by posting on Facebook images of Confederate flag-waving men atop piles of black bodies, flames in the background.

I don’t know what to say to you when your president lies, and his mouthpieces explain that they’re merely “alternative facts.” And you believe that’s true.

I don’t know what to say to you when there are a thousand more buses parked at a women’s rights protest in Washington D.C. than there were at your president’s inauguration and you dismiss the protesters as “sore losers.”

I don’t know what to say to you when you post videos of protesters being run over and call it, “epic,” and, ”hilarious,” as if running over those who disagree with you is entertainment.

I don’t know what to say to you when your president orders female White House staffers to dress like women.

I don’t know what to say to you when your president orders construction of a border wall that will cost billions more than simply feeding our nation’s poor and cleaning up our municipal water. And you cheer him on.

I don’t know what to say to you when your president signs an order blocking travelers from seven middle eastern countries, and you support him. I don’t know what to say to you because we have troops in most of those countries. Troops you demanded be sent.

I don’t know what to say to you when your president says you should be afraid of people fleeing those countries to escape the wars there. Wars we are participating in.

I don’t know what to say to you when your president says we should ban Muslims for fear of Islamic terrorism, and you believe him, even though toddlers kill more Americans than jihadists do.

I don’t know what to say to you when your president criticizes federal judges to undermine our system of checks and balances. And you agree with him.

I don’t know what to say to you when your president lifts the ban on gun sales to the mentally ill. And you cheer this as a Second Amendment victory.

I don’t know what to say to you when your president replaces the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and the Director of National Intelligence with a man who holds no official position, and who has publicly stated that his goal is to destroy all of today’s establishment. Those are his words. To destroy all of today’s establishment. I don’t know what to say to you.

I don’t know what to say to you when you tell me that your president won and I should just accept it. That I should be silent. As if that’s not oppression. As if that’s not slavery.

I will not be silent. And now that we’re talking about it, I do know what to say to you:

I believe you voted for a misogynist. I believe you voted for a rapist. I believe you voted for a man who’s unstable, and reckless, and that he has surrounded himself with aides who do not support anyone’s best interests but their own.

I believe that for generations, Americans will be paying the price for the way you voted. I believe that in your heart of hearts, you knew what you were doing, and you did it anyway.

I believe that the America you call great is bitter, and small, and weak. I believe that what you call greatness is simply unfettered bullying. I believe that what you call patriotism is simply narrow-mindedness.

I believe that America is a work in progress. I believe that Democracy (with a capital “D”) means that everyone has a voice, and a time to speak. I believe that every child’s right to an education is protected by the First Amendment because you cannot speak freely unless you can think freely. I believe that America can always do better, that we should always try, and that better for you doesn’t exclude anyone else.

I believe that we should get angry when anyone uses tame-sounding language to describe the repugnant. Alternative facts. Fake news. white supremacy. I believe we should use the correct terms: Lies. Propaganda. Anarchism.

I believe we should offer a hand up instead of stepping over the homeless.

I believe that if we support women, we won’t need to defend them.

I believe they know what’s best for themselves.

Because you spent eight years demanding to see our last president’s birth certificate, I will continue to demand to see your president’s taxes.

Because you spent eight years comparing our last president to Hitler, I will point out the actual similarities between your president’s administration and that of Nazi Germany.

Because you spent eight years mocking our last president for being black, I will not hesitate to mock yours for being orange.

I will resist the hate your president represents by actively serving my community, by supporting those who work against discrimination and injustice.

I will resist the hate your president represents by speaking out wherever and whenever I can, through conversation, social media, and stages like this one.

I will resist the hate your president represents by reaching out to those who are different from me, to learn how we’re the same, to create intersections that replace the old divides.

I will resist the hate your president represents by reading, because knowledge is the most powerful form of resistance.

I will resist the hate your president represents by being grateful for all those who resist.

I will resist the hate your president represents by being visible, assembling peaceably to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

I will resist the hate your president represents by exercising my creative spirit. I will cook. I will write. I will sing and play music. I will dance. In the face of your ugly, I will create beauty. In response to your hate, I will love.

In response to your hate, I will love.

In response to your hate, I will love.