A letter to my sister
To my little sister,
As I sat in my bed and watched the results of the election in the late hours of Tuesday, Nov. 5, my heart sank to my stomach. It became very clear that the next four years of my life would be lived in fear. But my fear wasn’t what I was worried about — it was you.
As your big sister, it’s always my job to protect you and now I may not have that power anymore.
We live in a world where people are blinded by propaganda and selfishness so much that they don’t recognize those who will be affected. You and I are affected. With our rights on the line, I want you to remember a few things:
No one can steal your light. I know you are worried about your education. I want to reassure you that no one can take away your story even if things change. As an African American female, your history is important to promote change. You are the future.
No one can steal your joy. Despite all the feelings you may be feeling, I want to stress the fact that everything will be okay. No matter where you are and who you are surrounded by no one can take away the happiness you have worked to build. Not even Donald Trump.
No one can steal your voice. Although you are usually physically quiet, your voice is still strong. No matter what rights may be at stake, you still have a voice. Don’t let this push you into the background.
As you transition into your college journey next fall, I want you to always remember how much you are worth. As your big sister, I will be here every step of the way and you will not be alone in this journey. All of this is temporary and is just the beginning.
Sydney Neal is Central Michigan Life’s Assistant Sports Editor.
