While I still cannot get my head around what just happened in America, I decided to come to Washington, D.C. this week, not only to march on Saturday, Jan. 21, but to try to understand Trump supporters; who they are and why they seem to be so angry at so many things, including my people (i.e. The Mexicans) and, of course, Barack Obama.
Walking around The Capitol Thursday afternoon, you could feel a sense of sadness and desperation in the air. It was almost like something very dear to me had died, and in a way it did. Sure, there were people who looked happy, waving their Trump flags and wearing their Trump pins and their Trump t-shirts, but the mood was mostly somber. Heck, even a chorus practicing nearby for Friday’s inauguration seemed to be singing to the tune of Chopin’s Funeral March.
But that was yesterday.
Today is the day Donald J. Trump takes the reigns of my new country and what I’ve seen so far it’s not giving me much hope of where we are heading. This is our new reality. This is us. This is now.
“¿Quién pagará el muro?” pic.twitter.com/Cnf3NHJVaw
— Fernando Peinado (@FernandoPeinado) 19 de enero de 2017