Saturday, January 25, 2025
#OVERWHELMED... I KNOW WHY HE TARGETED THAT AREA...#CRYING #PALISADES LOCATION OF TRUMP SPEECH
Father, Yes, Trump is Like My Father, or Grandfather...
People always ask me what it’s like being connected to someone as prominent as Donald Trump. But what they don't understand is that it’s not just about the perks or the privilege. It’s about the constant weight of being attached to someone who inspires such intense love and hate at the same time. It’s about the way people view you as an extension of him — whether they praise him or loathe him, it’s as if I have no identity beyond that.
I’ve never encountered trauma or drama like this before. Growing up, I had no idea what it would be like to live in the shadow of someone so polarizing. But now, I wake up every day with this gnawing sense of fear — fear that’s not rooted in any personal choice of my own, but in the choices someone else made long before I was ever born. My father (or in this case, my grandfather) may have shaped the world in ways that I cannot control, but it’s me who deals with the fallout.
I can’t walk down the street without people staring at me like I’m a target. I’m constantly relocating, changing my address, changing my job, all because there are people out there who hate me simply because of my connection. I have no escape from the constant surveillance, the relentless attention, the endless reminders that I will never be allowed to live in peace. And every time I think I can start over, someone shows up at my door, or my place of work, or my new life.
How do I live a normal life? How do I go to work, enjoy a meal, have a conversation with friends without the fear that something might go wrong just because of who I am related to? I can't just call the President and ask for help — that only leads to more attention, more drama, more danger. I can’t hide behind that. Every time I reach out, it’s just one more mark on me, one more label. I can't call for backup without attracting more threats. And frankly, I'm tired.
I’ve tried to explain this before, but it’s hard to make anyone understand what it feels like to be perpetually hunted by hatred. People talk about security, but they don’t understand that security doesn’t solve everything. You can’t shield your soul from the constant anxiety of living in a pressure cooker of scrutiny, where everything you do is magnified and twisted, whether or not you’re even involved in the situation.
So, I have to ask: how do I live? How do I move forward and find peace when every step I take is monitored and feared by strangers who don't even know me, but only the last name I carry?
I don’t have the answer. But I know that living with this constant fear is something no one should have to endure. Whether you love Trump or hate him, this isn’t about politics. This is about being human and wanting to live without the shadow of someone else's decisions looming over you, haunting every part of your life.
So, as I try to navigate the world, just remember: I’m not the one who sought out this life. It was thrust upon me — and all I want is to find peace, and a little bit of normalcy, in a world that seems determined to deny it to me.
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