Connie Schultz writes what a lot of us are thinking:
Don’t ask us to congratulate him.
Not today. Not this week. Not ever, probably.
He stands for so much of what we’d dared to hope was behind us as a country. Bigotry, misogyny, xenophobia. He spewed it with reckless abandon, and now he is going to be our next president.
Of course we are distancing ourselves. We love our families, our communities and our country. Our commitment is not a charade. And we want to live with ourselves.
This is not a sporting event. This is not about good manners. Sometimes there is no deliverance in the fake smile, the phony congratulations.
This would be one of those times.
We are exhausted but wide-awake aware. We have no choice, because we are his targets — a diverse group, which, in his view, qualifies us as the collective enemy. We are women. We are immigrants. We are black and Latino. We are Muslims and Jews. We are gay and lesbian, bisexual and transgender. We are the people on the margins, the ones invisible in plain sight.
We have listened to him talk about us for months. We know him.