Trump Showed me America’s True Colours

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A few weeks ago, I posted on social media:

The fact that Trump is now the republican candidate for President of the United States, says more about America than it does about Trump.

Now that Americans have handed him the Oval Office in a landslide win, I’ve learned even more about the country I chose to make my home. I am not asking you to justify your voting decision or your beliefs. In fact, at this point it’s far too late to care.

I understand also that there are many Americans who tried to stop this from happening, and was as blindsided by failure as I was. This is not for you. Or perhaps it is, so you can see how very right you were to consider more than just yourselves when you voted. I thank you.

With that in mind, I want to give you some insight into the immigration journey of a woman who represents several marginalised groups in America.

I am Black.

I am a woman.

But worst of all: I am an immigrant.

An Untimely Entrance

When I arrived on my routine summer vacation in July 2015, I was ecstatic to be in America, as I always was. I was at a high-point in my life, having given up my dead-end job in payroll to chase my dreams. I was meeting new people, seeing new places, experiencing new things.

But by January, my fun came to an abrupt end. I was beginning to notice a lot of little things in American culture that in 17 years of traveling to the U.S., had not surfaced before. I noticed a targeting of women and minorities; and I noticed a growing hatred or fear of immigrants, made worse by Trump and his campaigns.

I noticed bigotry.

“I came here at the wrong time,” I confided in my friends. “All these years my mother asked me to move and I stayed behind, and of all the years I could have picked to come here, it just had to be this one.”

The Adjustment Period

In Message in a Bottle, I described how very bleak my life was from February into late September. At the time, I did not explain why that was, and perhaps a time will come when I divulge that full story. For now, I say only that much of it came from difficulties adjusting to a new life here.

But let us rewind to the beginning. When I first arrived in America, before the fun died out, being Jamaican was still a good thing. There were important times when it had to be said – when I was asked why I didn’t have a driver’s license, why I didn’t own a credit card, why I had to return home (or so, the original plan had gone) in six months.

“Oh, you’re Jamaican!” the favourable response would go. I was then told from one person and another not to change; not to lose the ideals I had brought with me from my country. Never assimilate. Never fall into the many traps of life in America. Never adopt their ills.

But as the months wore on, that wore off. As I was faced with new experiences and challenges, as a resident in the States, I became upset. This was not the America I had known for 17 years. What changed? Or did I just not notice this all before?

As more Americans, who had never even left their country, tried to tell me this was the way of the world, I tried to show them that no, this was the way of America. Things were much different back home – and elsewhere.



That’s when the xenophobic and anti-immigrant comments started, mostly from one White American family member, I expected to have my back. I couldn’t discuss any issue in America without being met with:

  • Oh my God! Why are we so different? Why can’t you just agree with me?
  • You always want to think you’re right, but I’m American. Why can’t you just listen and do what I say? I know what I’m talking about.
  • If America sucks so bad, why are you here? Why don’t you just go home?
  • One day you will be American too, so you might as well just suck it up and be American and accept that this is your life, and you are one of us.
  • OH MY GOD! I don’t care what happened in Jamaica! You’re in America now. You need to pay attention to what’s going on here!
  • Oh, so are you going to feel guilty now when you become American and everyone else in the world is poor and starving? We do what we do to maintain our wealth as a nation, and you will benefit from it, too. Let’s see how guilty you feel in three years!

For the most part, I grit my teeth and swallowed the words that were bile rising in my throat. Once the exotic wonder, in just a few months, I was expected to forget who I was and where I had come from. I must assimilate. Forget some more. And then become American.


When matters of ethnicity and race relations came up, the discussions fared no better:

  • Racism doesn’t exist. The media brainwashed that into people’s heads. And what about reverse racism? You know what it was like being a White boy in the hood?
  • Yes. I would laugh if my kid came home and asked me what a “nigger” was. Why? Because it’s funny!
  • Oh my God! Are we talking about race again??? This is such a waste of time.
  • You are the ONLY Black person I know who feels the need to talk about race this much. Why can’t we talk about video games, or something?


As a woman in the United States, I have also enjoyed far less freedoms than I did back home. In Jamaica, where abortion is albeit illegal, birth control is my own business. I can walk into any pharmacy and purchase pills over the counter with no questions asked. I can even get birth control pills for free at clinics.

In Jamaica, there is also a reverence for women that I have completely lost here. Though Jamaican men are far too bold for their own good, I’d be lying if I said they were any worse than what I encountered here.

Like the man who assaulted me in September and was grabbed in the throat and put in his place, as thanks for his advances. Or the guy who followed me to my mother’s apartment and cornered me, because how dare I ignore him while he “hollered” at me.

Women are not revered here. There is no respect for women as mothers, wives, or daughters. Women can’t even breastfeed without raising alarm. And as we’ve seen with the constant vilification of Hillary, career women are often the least respected of them all.

As one Twitter user pointed out:

The Process

The discomfort did not stop there. I was constantly reminded that if I wasn’t an immigrant playing a waiting game with the government, then I wouldn’t be so dependent. I would have more money, drive my own car, and have less need of friends to do my bidding.

“You’re so irresponsible,” The American said to me one day. “Can’t do anything yourself, so you have to rely on your friends to do it for you. Don’t you think they have better things to do?”

The irony is that many Americans remember how hard it is to leave home and move to a new city or state, but often can’t grasp what it’s like to move to a whole new country. So let me share a bit of how that works, especially for the people clamouring for tighter immigration controls.

It’s not easy going to another country and relearning their laws, their taxes, this bloody thing called an SSN, driving on the wrong side of the road, and learning traffic laws completely opposite to what we know back home.

Some of us have to learn a new language altogether. And by all accounts, even my British English is bad spelling and bad grammar as far as America is concerned. Try swallowing that as a writer.

It cost me at least US$3000 to do my paperwork so far. That’s not counting the fees that remain ahead for citizenship. The country does not care how you work to pay for it, while you wait on your work permit. Your problem, not theirs. But if they catch you working in America, you’ll be deported and your employer fined.

During the immigration process, you are pricked and poked and tested and given vaccines for diseases you never even had, whether you like it or not. Then, they send you to be fingerprinted, and run your records through the FBI’s criminal database.

And then there’s the immigration interview with an Officer, featuring questions like:

  • Have you ever supported a communist, or terrorist organisation?
  • Have you ever smuggled drugs, people, or contraband into the country?
  • Have you ever been or bought a prostitute in the past ten years?
  • What side of the bed does your husband sleep on?
  • When was your wife’s last menstrual cycle?
  • What kind of panties is she wearing right now?

The Contrast

To be fair, Jamaica puts immigrants through its own set of hoops, as well. In fact, in some ways Jamaica is a lot more strict. Not only do you get interviewed, but you can expect a visit to your home. And the bureaucratic process can have people on a waiting list for up to seven years. I’ve seen it.

But when it comes to welcoming tourists and immigrants into our culture, we do far better, and any of you that have visited my island before can attest to that.

To be sure, Jamaicans by nature are blunt people. We are not politically correct, and will speak our minds, whatever the cost. If we heard a stereotype about your people that will probably piss you off, please know, one day we will ask you about it anyway.

This is not out of any malicious intent. We are a curious people – always open, and always learning. When we come across foreigners, we not only want to share our culture and press it upon you, we want to learn about your own. We want a mutual exchange.

Where are you from? What language do they speak? Are there Black people there? Where is your country on a map? Oh that’s where it is – well I know someone from this country five places over that has an accent almost like yours. 

We never – and I do mean never – tell anyone it’s about time they learn to speak our language or our dialect. In fact, we often like it better when you don’t embarrass yourself by trying to speak patois (our Creole).

More often than not, Jamaicans help to ease the transition for you by tempering the accent so you can understand us better; and even learning some of your language, so we can communicate.

And when we say you should stay true to your culture, we mean it. We live our motto in Jamaica every day:

Out of many – one people.

With a background like this, I’m sure virtually anyone can understand how appalled I was to come to the U.S. and see immigrants pushed to the bottom of the barrel – the uneducated rapists in society, stealing American jobs and American women.

Never mind the Stanford-educated rapists, like Brock Turner. When you’re a privileged American, grabbing women by the crotch is perfectly fine – even if you sneak some penetration in, while you’re at it.

The Great Disappointment

For a long time, I hoped that The American family member I allowed to torture me for a year was the only one of his kind.

Perhaps, I maintained contact for that long, because I hoped our friendship might show him the other side of the coin. The side he chose not to see, as a privileged White Male in America.

Needless to say, that didn’t work. What did work was watching his comrades vote President Trump into the White House. Now, he believes racism and bigotry are alive and well in America. It’s no longer just the media brainwashing us all. Too bad it’s far too late to do anything about it, for another four years.

To say I am disappointed in America and Americans is an understatement. I suppose the Land of the Free is reserved for White males in America. For the rest of us – women, minorities, immigrants – it’s the Home of the Brave.

The home of the people who must overcome racism, xenophobia, and misogyny – ironically from people who swear it does not exist – to move forward and achieve our goals.

My story is not unique or unusual. And frankly it’s mild compared to what other immigrants have suffered. It’s not easy being an immigrant anywhere. And over the next four years, I imagine it will be especially hard as an immigrant in America.

But nonetheless I thank Trump. I thank him for exposing America for what it really is. I thank him for showing me America’s true colours.

This year, red is very telling.


167 thoughts on “Trump Showed me America’s True Colours

  1. My family is multiracial and I am white. White people will often say really ignorant things to me thinking I will agree with them. Around people of color I feel like wearing a sign that says “I am not a creep.” When are family is together, sales clerks and restaurant hosts can’t grasp it and act as if we are separate groups just standing close to each other! Agh! Much love to you. Welcome to our very confused, not in the slightest “post-racial” country.

    1. Thank you Elizabeth! Always a pleasure to hear from you, but sad that you have to endure the downside with us. It does get too much to bear sometimes, especially as interracial/ multiracial couples and families.

      We’re hanging in there – you and yours, and me and mine. I can see now why you enjoyed the Moreau Witches haha. I suppose their “dark secret” touched you as well.

  2. I’m so sorry Alexis that you’ve come to our country at a time when we’re at our worst. Despite the tragedy that unfolded last night I still believe that the majority of Americans are better than this. I have to believe this. Somehow we will get through the next four years and in 2020 we will once again embrace the ideals that made this nation great. *hugs*

      1. I’m sad to say that Hilary did not win popular vote either. Popular vote would’ve given her a chance to become President because I believe it has more sway than electoral votes. Near the end I was really hoping the percentage of popular vote would’ve gone up more so she could get the majority and still make it. I am not a huge Clinton fan but I believed we stood a better chance on that front than with Trump.

      2. Yes, I believed we stood a better chance with her too, even if she wasn’t what many would call a first choice. She was leading popular vote last I checked, by about 100k. But they weren’t done counting, so I guess the numbers changed. So much for that last hope in America’s tolerance and good sense…

  3. my heart hurts for you hearing what kind of crap you are having to put up with. I just don’t get why people just don’t get that we’re all human. just remember that Donald Trump and his kind don’t represent what’s best for this country nor do they reflect what is best about this country.

  4. we have to unite against bigotry, fear, anger, and hate. But the only way to do that is to unite under a common cause. There’s many we can choose from, but in relation to Trump, let’s start with racism, women’s rights, and crimes against the LGBT community.

    1. I’m actually very surprised that the LGBT community didn’t get much spotlight in this election, considering the big role they played last time.

      But you’re right. We can’t fight Trump’s division with more division.

  5. Your words are amazing Alexis! Like many others, I am utterly heartbroken and disgusted in what this country has just proven via this election. I know the USA is not perfect by any means, but never in a thousand years did I ever believe that it could stoop to this level. 🙁

    1. Thank you. I wasn’t expecting it either. Even towards the end I hoped Hillary would pull through. But the American people have spoken. I’m not sure who disappoints me more, those who voted for Trump, or those who didn’t even bother to vote against him 🙁

      1. Yes, it is disturbing, very disturbing, and painful. Fortunately, it is less than half of Americans, I am happy to say.

        One half does not represent the other half! You, me, others on your blog are in the good half! We care about people – race, gender, ethnicity. We are good. That is what keeps me sane! That is what gives me hope! We are valuable. YOU are valuable. We are all stronger together.

        America is, sadly, a torn country. It is made up of all kinds of attitudes, the good, the bad, the ugly.

        You do not deserve the treatment you have endured. You are strong, you are brave, you are loved.

      2. You can disregard that resend. It was queued and looked like WP sent it again.

        I’m not American and just got here, so not sure I count in any good half as a resident who could not vote. Bur a half is still a lot of a population for me to deal with as an immigrant. We’ll see what the future holds.

      3. 🙂 You don’t have to be a citizen to be loved and respected. You came here because you love America. That makes you one of the good people here. And I’m glad you chose us! i will keep you in my prayers.

      4. Haha. One of the good people, yes. But I didn’t come here because I loved America. I came here for vacation because my family lives here which made it the cheapest destination outside of Jamaica. I stayed because I got married.

        If I had my way, I would be living in Europe. But I’m already here, I’ve put down roots here, and I’m trying to make the best of it, whatever that may be.

  6. I often skim through the blogs that I follow, but I was hanging on every one of your words. Thank you for sharing your experiences so far. I know it’s unlikely with the current political climate, but I really do hope things improve for you. Surround yourself with real friends, friends that a strong and amazing woman like yourself deserves. And may the next four years fly by! x

    1. Thank you Loulou. I’m honoured that you took the time to read and comment.

      I do hope Trump surprises us all and supports the immigration community better than he has set out to do (which is not at all). He did marry one. You would think he’d be more sympathetic to our cause.

      Thanks again!

    1. I don’t blame you. My friend got her residency through her dad and is seriously reconsidering sending in her immigration paperwork. It’s a sad day for all of us. Maybe in four years we will have learned our lessons and done better.

  7. Oh my sweet girl. My heart breaks hearing this. America forgets this land they stole from the Indigenous People. We forget our families were once immigrants. I’m ashamed any one made you feel less than the wonderful, brave woman you are.
    I hope you will allow me to reblog this.
    Much love😘

    1. Please do reblog it Patricia. The more people understand what our journey is as immigrants, the better.

      America does forget that it’s a country of immigrants itself. That’s easy to forget when as soon as you get here, they want to strip you of your culture and your heritage.

      Thanks for reading and sharing.

      1. I’ll do my best. Legally, nothing new for the next 2/3 years to do. But I’m sure my experiences here will be further affected by our current president.

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