An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.
"Dear Mr.
Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s
very important to me.
Before I get started, let me say
this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this
message. But this is from most women.
We see right through you. We have
all known you at some point. Your ways are not unfamiliar to us. We see
through you because we’ve been dealing with you our whole lives.
We heard you call women pigs. And
disgusting. And stupid. And bimbos.
We watched as you called a former
Ms. Universe “Ms. Piggy” and then spent four days continuing to insult her.
We see your weakness. Your lust for
attention at any cost, your need to denigrate women. We see all of it. And
we’re mad.
Yes. We’re mad. And fired up. And
here’s the thing about us… we can be bitches.
Gone are the days where we question
our power or our influence. We are strong. Smart. We know our worth and it
doesn’t reside in the size of our bras or our skinny jeans. We build each other
up. We have our sister’s backs. And our brother’s. So when you took on the
former Ms. Universe, you took on all of us.
And right now you’ve got a lot of
angry women to contend with. And let me remind you, Mr. Trump… hell hath
no fury like a pissed off woman who’s tired of this sexist bullshit.
We heard you when you said we
should “look for another place to work” if we
experience workplace sexual harassment. Your non-solution illustrates either
your lack of understanding or lack of concern. Or both. Your attitude and
ignorance on this is stunning. Your response, pathetic. We see you, and we see
someone who’s in over their head.
We watched you interrupt a woman 51
times during a 90 minute debate. While the better qualified, more knowledgeable
woman was talking, you attempted to bulldoze right over her. We all know this
game. It’s called male privilege. And it doesn’t look good on you, Mr. Trump.
It makes you look weak. We see you, and we see a man who is so threatened by a
woman speaking that you can’t even bear to let her finish. Sad.
And we see it rampant throughout
your campaign and your proposed policies. It’s in your paltry maternity leave
proposal that leaves out fathers and LGBTQ and adoptive parents. And when you
say that women who seek abortions should be punished. And when you refuse to
consider supporting equal pay for women.
Your latest ad, in which your daughter, beaming
with privilege and pride, says “being a mother is the most important job a
woman can have.” didn’t go over so well with us, Mr. Trump.
We are different, us women. We
are not a homogenous army of fem-bots. We have different interests, goals and
lives. There is more to us than motherhood. Some of us revel in motherhood.
Some of us don’t want to have children. And some of us can’t have children. Our
status as mothers has nothing to do with our worth. This ad, coupled with your
policies show that you are tone deaf to the reality that women face and point
to an antiquated attitude. One that keeps women as the caregivers and leaves
men out of that equation.
We see you. And we see a man who
has no business representing our interests in the Oval Office.
We heard you say no one would vote
for Carly Fiorina “because of her face.”
We remember you calling women “a
beautiful piece of ass” in Esquire Magazine.
We watch you say one thing, then
say the opposite. Then refuse to admit any of it happened. Problem is, we
can spot gas lighting from a mile away.
We recall the bit about all women
being gold diggers in your memoir.
We cringe and hold our daughters a
little closer when we are reminded that you said you’d date
your daughter. If only she weren’t your daughter.
We remember when you called a lawyer “disgusting” for
requesting a break during a trial to breastfeed.
We roll our eyes when we saw you
try to dismiss Megyn Kelly after she had the
nerve to ask you questions. At a debate. “Blood coming out of her wherever” was
not lost on us. Most of us remember hearing such comments in Middle School.
We are horrified when we learn that
you sent a journalist a picture of herselfwith the
word “Dog” scrawled across it.
We seethe with anger when we read
your tweet blaming military sexual assault on the
fact that women are in the military.
We haven’t forgotten your lurid tweet about Hillary Clinton not
being able to “satisfy” her husband.
Not only do you not understand women,
you seem to have an awful lot of contempt for them. This is not fitting for a
man who wants to be President in the 21st Century.
Which leads me to this:
Make America Great Again.
We know exactly what you meant when
you branded yourself with this slogan. It’s not-so-coded language for a time
gone by. Your “great” America wasn’t so great for women and minorities and gay
people.
We won’t go back.
We won’t be relegated to the
kitchen.
We won’t be locked into a life
where we have no choice over our bodies or whether we have babies.
We won’t accept your
patronizing response to sexual harassment.
We won’t be silenced or demeaned
any more.
We won’t be ridiculed for our
weight or judged by our appearance.
We won’t be shamed for owning our
sexuality.
We have come a long way since your
days of when America was “great.”
We have busted our asses to get
here and we’re not going back.
We are raising strong daughters who
fight back against sexist school dress codes.
We are raising strong sons who
aren’t afraid of their feelings and aren’t afraid of strong girls.
We are shutting down catcalling.
We are no longer letting ourselves
be interrupted and drowned out in the board room.
We are locking arms with our
sisters in solidarity when rapists are given a slap on the wrist.
We are shouting about every day
sexism.
We are calling you out, Mr. Trump.
We will not go quietly into any
good night. We are loud. We are in your face. And we don’t put up with the kind
of bullshit you’re selling.
So maybe this isn’t your time, Mr.
Trump. Maybe your time has passed.
Maybe you would have been more
suited to the early 1900’s when women did not yet have the right to vote.
When marital rape was still legal.
Or the 1950’s when women largely
stayed home and produced children and McCarthyism and blacklisting were
acceptable.
Or perhaps 1930’s Germany would
have been a better fit for you.
But now? Now is not your time.
We’re moving forward. All of us,
smart men and women, have had enough of the tired gender roles. We’ve had
enough of you and other weak, fearful men trying to stop progress.
We see you, Mr. Trump.
We see your sexism and your bigotry
and your racism. We see right through you.
Remember. We can be bitches.
And bitches get shit done.
Bitches Vote.
See you on November 8, Mr.
Trump."
