Eight years ago, exactly to this day, I broke down in tears, when the TV screen announced that the young, black Senator Barack Hussein Obama was elected the 44th President of the United States of America. Back then, I was in the best company I could ever imagine.
I had just returned from a truly beautiful and magical Tamil Hindu Christian wedding. A few days and a thousand miles later, as I was heading out to work, I was talking to a very good friend who was with me throughout the nuptials.
As a European growing up within more than two cultures, going to school with at least ten different nationalities, I am heart-broken that so many of my beloved neighbors within the former “United” “Kingdom” decided to follow the rhetoric of their own home-grown and hateful British Donald Trumps. Yes, I’m using “The Donald” as a synonym for all the people who thrive on fear, hate and idiocracy.