Dear Mr. Trump, An Open Letter From A Mexican-American Student

Dear Mr. Trump,

I’ve heard a lot about you, and boy have you caused a lot of noise.

You don’t know anything about me so let me introduce myself. I’m a 19-year-old college student. I have an older brother, a younger sister, an adorable dog, and two hardworking parents. We don’t have it easy, but we make it work.

There you have it, the typical American family.

You may not like this part though…my parents are immigrants.

Mexican immigrants to be exact.

They came into this country at 16 to fulfill their American Dream. They risked their lives several times while crossing the border.

My mother has been cleaning houses for 14 years and my father has been working in construction since he arrived to the U.S. With hard work and perseverance, they were able to create a better life for our family.

Because of them, I am able to go to college; a dream they were not able to achieve because of the lack of resources they had available to them in Mexico.

The reason I tell you this is because of a certain comment you said about Mexicans. Can’t remember? Let me refresh your memory.

“When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re sending people that have lots of problems. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists, and some, I assume, are good people.”

Despite what you may think, I am not a rapist, criminal, killer, drug trafficker and whatever else you could possibly want to label me as. In fact, the only thing I’m killing right now is my GPA.

I am not those things, and neither are most Mexicans. For you to generalize a whole group of people, is despicable. I’m not sure what was scarier, though, those comments or the fact that people actually cheered you on when you said it.

Many Mexicans come to the United States with an insatiable desire to work hard, to give their families a better life. They take on jobs that pay below minimum wage. They work multiple jobs. They work hard manual intensive jobs— working on farms, cleaning houses, washing dishes at restaurants. These are jobs few Americans are willing to take.

Now tell me Mr. Trump, how would America look like without its immigrants?

When immigrants come into this country, they come with little to no money, and have left their family behind. Once they arrive, they must take on the new challenges that face them whether that’s a language barrier or the scrutiny of other Americans *coughpeople like you *cough*.

Do you really think they leave their country and families behind just for the hell of it or that they enjoy having people stare at them when they try to speak English? They do it to create a better life than the one they were given.

Do you think they exist to be an inconvenience to you? To disrupt your interpretation of what the American population should look like?

A highly privileged man like yourself has never experienced anything like that. So please Mr. Trump, continue to tell me more about my culture and who my people are.

America was, and continues to be, built on the backs of immigrants. We are a melting pot of cultures and that’s what makes America so great. For you to want to take away that value makes me fear for what could possibly come if you are elected as president.

Luckily enough, I’ve looked at other countries to move to.

Your motto is “Let’s make America great again.”

* Let’s make America great for only certain people, preferably white.

If we truly want to make America great again, we must make it all inclusive.

I want America to be a place where people of color do not have to question their pride in their race. A place where the stereotypes placed upon immigrants don’t control them. A place where no one has to fear for their life for simply being who they are.

You can build a wall, call us atrocious things, tell us we are not wanted, but there are 42.1 million immigrants from all over the world in the U.S.

You cannot and will not take us all down.

Sincerely,

A proud Mexican-American

Aylin Bueno

Editorial Contributor, University of Kentucky Major: Gender and Women's Studies Her heart belongs to: my family, Big Ben (my guitars name), and potatoes You can find her: binge watching x factor auditions, watching Olivia Benson kickass, and taking long naps

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