To the 47 Percent

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that you saw experience as elitism and loudness as leadership.

I’m sorry that you accept someone because of his sexism, racism, xenophobia, and homophobia. I’m sorry that you accept someone in spite of his sexism, racism, xenophobia, and homophobia.

I’m sorry you that you believe diversity threatens you. I’m sorry that you do not know or love or rejoice in the diversity that I know.

I’m sorry that the glass ceiling is still thicker than I thought.

I’m sorry that you do not see people when I say progress.

I’m sorry that my beliefs scare and confound you.

I’m sorry that your beliefs scare and confound me.

I’m sorry that you cannot see how my policies support you, too, and I’m sorry that I cannot find a way to say this without patronizing you.

I’m sorry that I have dismissed you. I’m sorry that I still cannot stop myself from doing so.

I’m sorry that you feel we forgot you. I’m sorry that we did.

I’m sorry that my America is not your America. My America is one of hope and love and growth. I wanted that for you, too. I still want that for you.

I’m sorry, but your America is not my America. Your America will never be my America. I am not sorry for that.

 

 

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