Back in 2008, when Barack Obama won for the first time, my parents cried tears of joy. I remember my mom cheering on that things in the United States were going to get better. And, for the most part, they did. On election night, I saw my dad get watery eyed as Donald Trump was named our elect-president. I saw the worry in his eyes. That night was a very quiet night in our home.

Around midnight, Steph and I, along with a couple other friends, met up because we were having trouble processing the fact that Donald Trump actually became our president. It's not that we hate him because he's a Republican or anything like that. It's just, we thought it was a joke. Obviously, everyone underestimated him but I'm not even going to criticize his policies or the fact that he's not qualified for the position as president. I'm just really angry and completely disappointed at the fact that all he did by campaigning was incite and justify waves of hate towards minorities, women, immigrants, LGBTQ, disabled people and basically anyone who isn't a white male. I'm not worried about Trump. I'm worried about his supporters because he's restored them with the confidence to openly be prejudice and bigots. What blows my mind is that what he said and promised resonated with most of America. He won because Americans voted for him because they agree with him.

Post-election, protests flared up all over the country. A couple months ago I didn't think I would participate in something like this. My mom asked me what I would be changing by participating in an anti-Trump protest. I left the house without knowing how to give her a response. I genuinely didn't know what was going to happen but it felt right. It felt necessary because I was legitimately nervous about the future, about our future, and protesting felt like the right thing to do.

While making our way to city hall in DTLA we could hear the chants people were shouting at the top of their lungs. When we caught up to the crowd I looked around and saw all types of people walking together, chanting and waving posters around. I felt chills. I realized that all these protests were occurring because enough people disagree with all the hate Trump has influenced throughout the U.S and honestly, just being surrounded by people that felt just as strongly about the matter at hand was sweet relief.

These protests aren't going to cause immediate change but protesting our president-elect and everything he represents is a justified and reasonable action. Protesting means that we are not going to let hate, discrimination or anything else Trump has inspired become a norm. We will not let hate win and because of that I'm hopeful for our future.