Dear President Trump,
During your inauguration, I sat in my family room and watched you say "I will never, ever let you down.”
Well, Mr. Trump –– that’s a big promise.
For my contribution to the #ReadMyLips campaign, I’m not going to make sweeping demands. There are other women who can more masterfully address your stances on women’s health and women’s rights –– not to mention your plans for education, the environment, health care, taxes, and the numerous other issues that currently fill your plate.
Instead, I have a request.
President Trump: over the next few months, I ask that you listen to some women. Don’t speak; listen. Listen to women of color. Women who survived sexual assault. Women who chose abortion; women who chose to give birth.
Listen to women who live below the poverty line. Listen to trans women. Listen to gay women. Listen to young female students. Listen to grandmothers.
Listen to conservatives. Listen to liberals. Listen to southerners and northerners and westerners and midwesterners and south-westerners.
Listen to these people. Don’t open your mouth –– hear their words. Understand their meaning. Comprehend their importance. Every syllable will be important.
Mr. Trump –– I know you are the president. I know you are a busy man. I know this message is going to arrive alongside hundreds, if not thousands, of sister letters. The odds of this particular note reaching you are slim. But if, by chance, my words grace your desk, then… hello. Welcome to one of the most powerful positions in the United States. This new job of yours –– it can’t be done alone. And it can’t be done if you don’t listen to the people.
So please listen.
Don’t let us down.