To Hell With Your Hatred, Mr. Trump

Dear Donald Trump,

I grew up believing that Hell is a terrible place.

It is a place where horrible things belong; where ugly, vile, sickening stuff should go and never escape from.

It is a place where the violent and the predatory and the evil things of this world should forever spend their days.

Hell is where hateful souls should permanently call home.

It is not a place for underfed children or for terrified parents or for sick people or for those already on the margins.

Hell is not a place for those seeking refuge, for those needing help, for those already hard-pressed against the great adversity of this world.

Hell is not a place where the poor should spend their childhoods or Transgender teenagers should endure their days or the elderly should live out their remaining years.

Hell is not a place where people should be forced to reside simply because of their gender or pigmentation or orientation or nation of origin.

Yet, you have been manufacturing such a place for these people here and now, the place we call home.

You have been willingly putting good, loving, faithful, decent human beings through hell on this earth.

You and those who think and believe and legislate like you are living hell-makers.

And we're rightly disgusted by it all.

We're done with it.

We're through with the sickness you are spreading, the suffering you are manufacturing, the violence you are generating, and as a loud, passionate, non-partisan, religious and nonreligious, beautifully-diverse amalgamation of humanity—we're saying to hell with it all:

To hell with your I.C.E. raids.
To hell with your border wall.
To hell with your travel bans.
To hell with your immigrant harassment.
To hell with your healthcare sabotage.
To hell with your Government shutdown ransoming.
To hell with your Muslim caricatures.
To hell with your nazi-coddling.
To hell with your contempt.
To hell with your nonsensical rants.
To hell with your country club escapes.
To hell with your ugly words.
To hell with your phony Patriotism.
To hell with your fake religion.
To hell with your fear-peddling.
To hell with your divisiveness.
To hell with your supremacy.
To hell with your misogyny.
To hell with your hatred.

This is not who we are.

We are not hell-makers for other people.

We aren't going to be defined by the pain we manufacture for one another, by the people we exclude, by the burdens we pile on the already burdened.

We're going to be defined by the compassion we show, the help we give, the tables we expand, the walls we destroy, the outsiders we welcome, the beauty we exchange, the peace we make, the huddled masses we embrace.

We're going to be defined by a love you are incapable of and hostile to.

To hell with your hateful version of America, Donald Trump.

We're not having it.

Sincerely,

Decent Americans

What would you like to say “to hell with?” Let me know in the comments.