This weekend I had a lot of fun celebrating Thanksgiving with my family and friends. We had dinners filled with turkey, corn, mash potatoes, etc... and we even went to cut down our own Christmas tree. But during the entire weekend of very traditional, very American, Thanksgiving celebration, I couldn't shake the feeling that no matter how much I have assimilated into American culture, the election of Trump is "real America" reminding me that I am not a real American. It honestly made me feel a bit silly eating apple pie, something I do not normally care for.

Your are ignorant of reality if you think my feelings are an exaggeration. You are ignorant of what this man has said. You are ignorant of who he has surrounded himself with and what they have said. You are ignorant of how the history of hateful rhetoric has shaped this country.

He JUST tweeted threatening to take citizenships from people who exercise their constitution rights. He has made similar threats and disparaging remarks against people who are way more American me. He went after an American born judge... I am an immigrant, writing software to steal American jobs, and who has trouble pronouncing certain words...

I am tired of hearing people tell me everything will be just fine, and that we should just accept this reality. I am angry at people making excuses for people who voted for this hateful man. I am angry because as a minority my voice does not matter. And those who voice do matter, thinks that my fear are unrealistic because they are not affected by it.

When I travelled outside the US, I used to hold my American passport like it was a mythical object that will protect me where ever I go. I was super proud of it. Because no matter what, America had my back. This is no longer the case.