What won on November 8 was White supremacy, White male dominance, and White privilege, a continuation of White American life, values, and ethos. Neither side cared to further social justice, gender politics, or racial diversity. In fact, there was a devastating backlash. In a move that will take us back in time, White women overwhelmingly chose a misogynistic good-ol’-boy over the favored female candidate.
Hillary Rodham Clinton was defeated by her trifling ways, by Millennial distrust in her commitment to vital issues, and her backpedaling on criminal justice, foreign policy, and domestic unrest.
Donald Trump is a figurehead for the “Alt-right” White Supremacist Party. Paul Ryan and Mike Pence will pull his strings. Their supporters will be given just enough latitude to maintain their place in the pyramid of White hierarchy—meaning just above that of the highest paid Black lawyer.
Nothing has been taken from people of color and nothing has been given. Just like every other election.
It’s now politically correct to be a bigot. I fear that this is again okay. I fear that nothing will or could ever change, because at the end of the day White America voted for White Amerikka.
What do you want me to say that will not be countered by White fragility and the tears of stunned White Democrats who chose to believe the United States—the only country in the world built exclusively for the advancement of White supremacy—was not as racially charged as they thought? What is it you expect to hear in my Black, LGBTQIA, feminist voice, which you discard and talk over anyway?
Would you like me to tell you it’s okay and you will bounce back? Or how about we have four years to prepare for the next election, so don’t worry about it? Or would you like me to hold you and let you cry it out? Sorry, I just won’t do that for you this time.
Because there really is no such thing as the lesser of two evils, and women—White women—sabotaged themselves and chose White male privilege over one of your own sisters. Fifty-three percent of White women voted for Donald Trump. Ninety-four percent of Black women voted for Hillary Clinton—and, yes, I was one of them.
I wish with all my heart right now that I’d had the courage to cast a protest vote. But because I placed my faith in a democratic process that has historically used Black votes, Black voices, and Black bodies as grist for its mills, I chose instead to heed the call of White feminists and place my vote in the hands of someone I could not seriously get behind. And for the first time since I was able to vote, I feel dirty and soiled and ashamed of myself.
So what is it you wish to hear from me? Maybe I should tell you how I feel and you can counter with your unwittingly White-privileged aphorisms as to why you are afraid after learning so many of your sisters voted for a pussy-grabbing corporate hustler who reeks of rape culture, cross burnings, and hate.
Yes, I feel guilty and worried and distrustful. As a Black bisexual human being, a mom, a grandmother, and an outspoken advocate against everything this man stands for, I’m afraid. I’m more afraid now to leave my house or interact with White women than I have ever been before.
But I’m also not surprised. White women have always had their share of instilling that racial fear in us. White women cry rape and black men hang. White woman cry super-predator and an entire generation of Black children feed the prison industrial complex.
So I shouldn't be surprised that once again White supremacy has put people of color in danger and White women were the key. We are used to it. You are, after all, the “Black man’s kryptonite.” Your votes are a major factor every election cycle.
That’s not what you expected me to say, was it?
Kym E. Young is a Community Human Rights advocate in the Duluth/Superior Area. She received her M.A. in Art History from the University of Wisconsin-Superior and uses her artwork and experience to advocate for those whose voices are not heard.