To My Trump-Sucking, Immigrant Brother

You enrage me.

You repulse me.

You baffle me.

You frighten me.

You – a man of my blood – suck. Not inherently, because I recall a warmer, kinder, more sensible, more humorous, dare I say better version of you.

Do you remember your ingenious idea? You know, the one inspired by our good ol’ Mighty Ducks VHS. We became champion [street] hockey players as far as we knew. You made it all come to life with just a couple brooms, a handful of bottle caps from the emptied two-liter soda bottles we’d polished off together, and any small random objects we’d find lying around to pose as our goals. We’d play and play and play and skip meals to play and get home as soon as possible from school to play and even recite direct quotes from the film to enhance our play. We played in Vans until we made holes in them, until Mom yelled at us about that, until Mom caved in to buying us brand spanking new rollerblades, until I couldn’t figure out how to use the brakes properly, until I ended up injuring my knees because of those stupid brakes. I still have the scars on my knees and when I run my fingers over them, I can’t be nearly as upset as when they were fresh. Rather, I smile, because those were such eventful days and it fills me with the heavy emotions of nostalgia.

Do you remember your sick cheerleading moves? Not that you were ever a cheerleader, no, who we Inglewood kids trying to play?! But hell, if it meant you cheering me up, you’d pull that “Hello Mickey” routine from Bring It On in a flash. You’d even sing it! And then I’d jump in with you to the end of the impromptu performance. What followed usually involved eating parmesan cheese straight from the container with a tablespoon or cleaning up the house just minutes before Mom came through the door. We were methodical to say the least.

But then you turned 18. Up until then you’d ensured that Mom wouldn’t touch your wings so as to prevent from anything impeding your next move – the move out. I was proud of you for moving on to bigger things. I assumed anything outside the house, outside of our graffitied neighborhood meant “bigger”, so really the standards were set fairly low. At that time, your future was uncertain. Even now, that notion remains the same.

We stay in touch. We always have – even when we just hatin’ on each other. But I felt you digressing. One year, you didn’t call on my birthday. So then to spite you, the following March, I didn’t call you on yours. Maybe that’s why we’re here now. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling so compelled to write this. Or maybe I’m just trying to find any excuse in the book to justify your less-than-desirable behavior.

As it’s only gotten worse over the years.

You went through a pretty rough phase when you were involved with mega-churches. All of a sudden you were obsessed with Country Pop and the idea of owning a monster truck covered in Monster Energy sponsorship stickers. You started wearing trucker hats, sometimes even cowboy hats. People couldn’t say “GOD DAMN” in your presence, even though you had a filthy mouth yourself. If we had a meal with you, it was mandatory to say grace at the table. And you really hated it when I volunteered to do it one evening and I abruptly exclaimed, “GRACE,” and immediately started eating. I’ll never forget the fury that emerged from your eyes. you probably felt so disrespected, but I thought it was funny as hell.

Our hearts and minds diverged even more when I moved away for college. You claim I’m a brain-washed, closed-minded Liberal as a result of obtaining an education. But just so you know, I learned how to identify oxymorons in college. Oh my goodness, I actually learned something! Here’s this: for you to consider me a closed-minded Liberal is entirely contradictory since Liberal is derived from the Latin word “liber” which means “free [man]” – but we’ll get to your patriotism in a minute. That said, for me to be a closed-minded Liberal would mean that I’m actively disregarding one side of the spectrum. However, let’s say you’re right one this one, imagine that we can actually agree on something. In which case, I’ll cop to being closed off to genuine, deep-rooted contempt toward others on the mere basis of their gender, sexual orientation, religious practices and beliefs, skin color, hair type, accent, physical capacities, mental capacities, social status, or even their taste in music! You’re familiar with this kind of prejudice and that isn’t even comprehensive.

So, what’s the point of all this?

I could go on and on about this lest we forget how ghastly you can be. That somehow, someway, even if I removed you from my Facebook Friends list, you still make your way onto my feed. But that’s okay, because conflicting opinions are integral for growth. It’d be of no use to me to diminish the opinions of others. And your negative, hateful opinions have certainly helped me grow.
It is fucking striking to witness your racist, homophobic, Islamophobic, misogynistic, fascist, bigoted behavior. But mijo, if that’s how you want it, that’s how you’ll get it. You can try to shit on me for being “educated” but at the end of the day, I’m not the one looking severely bad. It is so baffling that you have such contemptuous views toward anyone based on any number of individual factors. You say the words “nigger” and “coon” with exalting pride. You’ll call people you care about “faggots” and scream at your son when he cries because “that’s what queers do”. You blast “undocumented, illegal aliens” for taking over American jobs when there aren’t jobs to take.  You carry your gun with such honor, and live the lie that you’re a veteran without ever considering the dire struggles of what it’s really like to be a veteran. You take Arabic scrawl to mock terrorism. You caravan in your Hyundai Elantra (a foreign car by the way) with a giant sticker blasted on your rear window of an American flag that underneath stated in faux-Arabic, “Fuck Muslims.” Most recently, your response to getting your Facebook account deactivated for a little while,

TO EVERYONE THAT FELT OFFENDED BY MY PAGE OR ANYTHING THAT I’VE POSTED IN THE LAST 36 HOURS AND CRIED TO FACEBOOK AND REPORTED MY PAGE…. YOU CAN UNFUCKING FRIEND ME AND TO ANYONE THAT IS LIBERAL AND AND HATES TRUMP FOR BEING PRESIDENT NOW UNFRIEND ME ANF IF YOU ACT LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER USED THE N WORD OR COON OR ANY OTHER WORD TO OFFEN ANYONE UNFRIEND ME…. I would much rather have friends that are like minded and NOT SHEEP so anyone that hates the second amendment YOU CAN UNFRIEND ME NOW AND IF YOU DONT LIKE AND OF MY FRIENDS ON FACEBOOK UNFRIEND ME NOW…. with that said fuck BLM ISIS OBAMA and the four coons that did harm to that disabled WHITE guy…. YOU WILL NEVER SEE WHITES OR HISPANIC PEOPLE BURNING DOWN THE CITIES THAT THEY LIVE IN…. BUT IS IT WAS ON BLACK DISABLED GUY EVERY CITY ACROSS THE US WOULD BE ON FIRE.

Okay, since you’re convinced that Latinos don’t get involved in riots, here’s an image of their involvement in the Watts Riots: la-twenty-years-after-the-riots-part-1-20120420

Maybe that isn’t enough. Do you remember when we got caught up in the Lakers Championship Riot back in 2000? For us it looked like running for our lives avoiding the batting batons of the LAPD. For other Latinos, it looked like this: riots2-682_1067862a

You also believe that Whites don’t get wrapped up in riots either, but look at reactions to Obama’s election victory in 2008:

And what about the numerous times white people have rioted for arbitrary reasons:

These are merely a handful -among innumerable- examples of rioting civilians who aren’t specifically Black.

It’s such a damn shame that you think certain races are above others. The internet is your oyster, use it to broaden your knowledge and to be critical of society.

Obama had his downfalls, I won’t deny that. And I won’t paint him as a perfect specimen. He did his damn best from where he started after the Bush Administration and established some amazing culture among People of Color, and I am beyond heartbroken to live through the grand divisions that remain very much alive in America to this day.
And really the problem here isn’t Trump. The problem here, is you. Trump is just your scapegoat – ironic really.

The autistic author Sparrow R. Jones said it well:

I am not mad at you that Clinton lost. I am unconcerned that we have different politics. And I don’t think less of you because you vote one way and I vote another. No… I think less of you because you watched an adult mock a disabled person in front of a crowd and still supported him. I think less of you because you saw a man spouting clear racism and backed him. I think less of you because you listened to him advocate for war crimes, and still thought he should run this country. I think less of you because you watched him equate a woman’s worth to her appearance and got on board. It isn’t your politics that I find repulsive. It is your personal willingness to support racism, sexism, and cruelty. You sided with a bully when it mattered and that is something I will never forget. So, no… you and I won’t be “coming together” to move forward or whatever. Trump disgusts me, but it is the fact that he doesn’t disgust you that will stick with me long after this election.

Regardless of what you think “we liberals” would prefer, we have to live under Trump’s administration no matter what. And we will make the most of it because as Obama said himself, we must believe in the potential we, as Americans, have to lift one another up. And as Senator Nina Turner said recently in honor of Martin Luther King Jr.:

“Our mission is so low we can’t get under it.
Our mission is so high we can’t get over it.
Our mission is so wide we can’t get around it.
But we have been here before.”

If not for yourself, if not for me, consider your baby girl. She’s precious and new to this world. It’s so full of rottenness as of late. Consider how your prejudices will shape her character. Consider how your outward animosity toward others will effect the way she’ll interact with her classmates, her co-workers, her family and friends. Or maybe, consider the outcomes of Trump rhetoric. More specifically, consider her dark brown skin and her big brown eyes – neither of which are conventionally “American” according to Trump. Imagine her. “Her” – a pronoun that Trump admittedly exploits and does so with aroused delight. Imagine her in an America full of men raised under Trump and how she wouldn’t stand a chance against their gaze. Imagine how often she’ll be subject to questioning and persecution simply because she doesn’t look “American.” Imagine how often her concrete citizenship would be doubted.

And despite all this, you live to spew hate – senseless, poorly worded and punctuated hate.
What is the fucking use in doing so!?
Why don’t you go spend more quality time with your family before it’s too late? Why don’t you go read a book? Why not do something to make society better?
It’s people like you that WILL make America worse again, and wouldn’t that dishonor Tu Padre Trump?

Speak Out
Resist

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7 Replies to “To My Trump-Sucking, Immigrant Brother”

  1. Sometimes, I’m actually glad I don’t have much family left and the little that remains, at least seems rational and at peace with spelling, grammar, and punctuation. And the equality of races and women. These are trying times. I just hope I live to see the end of them. I feel for you. If it were my brother, I don’t know how I’d bear it.

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    1. yep, it’s definitely disconcerting that members of my immediate family are like islands – we couldn’t be further apart. And when I look around, it resembles an insane lack of support, which ends up rearing its ugly face in other ways.
      However, I’ve faith that things will get better, not matter what that takes.

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