Why does your contact page care what my name is?

Dear President Trump,

I paused for a few minutes after opening the site to send you a message to read something on another site and when I got back, the “First Name” box was outlined in bold red lines and the text read “FIRST NAME FIELD IS REQUIRED.” There wasn’t an exclamation point, but it felt like there was. It hadn’t occurred to me before, but the fact that you all require people writing you to give their names, phone numbers, and addresses is funny. First, you never see any of these messages and my bet is they are merely scanned for threats to you. Second, anyone who is saying anything threatening would almost certainly not give their real information. Third, and most importantly, by your actions it is abundantly clear that you do not care about individual people at all so the idea that you require individuals to identify themselves is strange. Maybe you all just copied the basic format that President Obama left behind.

I understand that he had his staff hand pick about a dozen letters from Americans for him to read every day, some positively disposed toward him and some not. I also understand that the practice was deeply meaningful to him and to his staff, who invested a lot of heartfelt energy into selecting representative voices from ordinary people to bring to him since he was so cut off by virtue of his security details and long hours. I miss him. A lot. I wish you were more like him. Even though I didn’t agree with everything he chose to do or not do, when bad things happened to people here in the US or other parts of the world, I found his statements about those situations helpful and I had a sense he genuinely cared about those people and the rest of us. He didn’t walk on water as President but he was caring and seemed to see people as individuals, including poor, disenfranchised people. Maybe there were some darker motives. I don’t know, but I don’t think so. That story about the every-day letters is small but it’s telling. A caring soul shines through that little story. You can trash talk him all you want (and I’m sure you will), but you are not the person he is and at the rate you are going, you never will be.

You are still my most difficult person and as such, I send you this blessing in the hope that it helps you awaken to the preciousness of each individual life on this planet.

May you be safe.
May you be happy.
May you be healthy and strong.
May your life unfold and intersect peacefully.

Sincerely,
Tracy Simpson

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