Saying Goodbye
Dear Mr. Resident of Pennsylvania Avenue, As I sit here to write this letter, I find myself needing to drown out my own conflicting thoughts. I consider things I would have liked to tell you, if only you would have listened, and doubtful you ever would have cared. I reflect back to the moments over the past few years and all the words I have had for you. I do this knowing my words would never have moved you, no matter how eloquently I scribed them. I doubt you even would have understood half of them, yet here I am, still doing my best to give it a go.
By Sarah Dickinson5 years ago in The Swamp
Donald.. Let's talk
Dear President Trump, I would like to take this time to let you know how your time as president has affected my life and my family’s life. It seems that since you became president, you have tried so hard to make others lives less important than the lives of people you deem better and more superior than the rest of us. Let me tell you how you and your family and followers have made me and other feel.
By Tasha Rachel Johnson5 years ago in The Swamp
Dear 45
Dear 45 I would use your name but I don't believe you deserve to be named. A number is even too much value to give you honestly. I'm sure if we ever met you'd feel the same about me yet the difference is you have genuinely destroyed the lives of millions of people living in the United States...while you'd hate me for who I love, my queerness, my black skin, my respect for science above religion, my religious views and much more.
By Lucien Hollywood5 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Donald: Letter from an Apostate
Dear Donald, There’s a pain in my chest. Not on my left side, over the heart, but on the right where the heart might’ve been but isn't. It hurts here whenever I overeat. This morning, I was making bacon the way I did back at home on Sundays. The whole slab for the whole family. I live far away and alone now, though, so it’s different, but I cooked it all up anyway, a giant pile of bacon all for me, and it’s not even Sunday, it’s Tuesday morning—okay, afternoon—but the point is that in my heart, or whatever’s on the other side, I’m still cooking for five. And so I eat for five. Is this how you feel? I know it might seem odd that I’m writing to you about this, Mr. President, and not my doctor, but I just thought you of all people might understand.
By Nolo Contendere 5 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Donald
Dear Sir, As you prepare to leave the hallowed position of President of the United States of America, you ought to know that we are no longer united. Sure, it could be said that as you campaigned across the country in 2016 that the U.S. was already suffering fissures in our foundation, you did nothing to heal those fissures. In fact, it could be said that you caused an eruption rivaling Mount Vesuvius that broke us apart further.
By Colleen Sweeney5 years ago in The Swamp
Finally Farewell
Dear Donald Trump, As a modern pop-culture icon, you disappointed me in how you represented our "Great" nation. Growing up, I learned that America was Beautiful because it was the land of the free and the home of the brave. Not just the brave soldiers who fight to keep us free, but the home of the many different shades of bravery - from the LGBTQ+ community to those still suffering from the lasting effects of outdated prejudices. The way you abused your freedom of speech to cause dissention and revel in hatred between the many different peoples pursuing happiness in America causes me pain. I am angry.
By Gabrielle R. Lamontagne5 years ago in The Swamp
A plea to Donald Trump
Dear Donald Trump, Wow, it’s been an interesting four years huh? During your time in office, everything has changed. Many people have been hurt in your name, families have been separated, and people have suffered. Despite this, there is only one simple thing I want to say to you. One simple sentence that I want to shout at you from the top of my lungs while looking you right in the eyes.
By Ellen Campbell5 years ago in The Swamp
Bitter, Without the Sweet
Normally, most letters begin with "Dear," but I find you anything but, Mr. Trump. So, hi there. Or, bye there, I guess. Never have more satisfying words fallen out of my fingers and into this letter. Mr. Trump, my name is Theo. I'm 21 years old, queer as all hell, and your government wants me dead.
By Theo O'Brien5 years ago in The Swamp
