Open letters to the President of the United States from the people of the world. Submit your own grievances, praises, and suggestions through Vocal today.
Dear Donald, Can I call you DJT? I feel I know you after all these years. I'm old enough to remember your go-go days in real estate, always wild even when they turned into go-go-broke days. You were loud, and brash, and not very good at what you did, but you were a memorable part of the eighties.
On Trump withdrawal
Let me explain. We the people have just exited a war zone. With Trump gone, we can now begin the recovery process, and for a little while it is going to be rough transitioning back to a peaceful civilian life after four long years of constant bombardment.
Dear Donald Trump
Dear Donald From the beginning, you were not the right symbol The United States Of America needed at the time. 2014 Michael brown's Death did sweep the nation. Along with Eric Garner, Marquise Jones, Tamir Rice, and many many more.
Thank You, Donald Trump
It's been a difficult four years for all of us. I don't think the world is finished with you yet, and I hesitate to say your role in this great unfolding has come to an end.
A Dear Don Letter
Dear Donnie Trump, The reality show known as your Presidency has been canceled after just one season. Bummer, I know. But your out-of-touch, unprincipled, cognitively hollow, intellectually inept, morally flaccid approach to governing the United States of America has reached its end.
Open Letter To Donald Trump
In the last ten years I considered going to the USA once in my life, because the country has beautiful areas to go to. I love seeing new surroundings. As I didn't have any money to go yet, I have reconsidered going to the USA. Not because I don't love nature in the USA, but because of one leader of the country: YOU, Mr. Trump.
Dear Mr. Trump, For the last 4 years, you have proudly held the office as President of the United States. Very outspoken and controversial, you always spoke your mind, regardless of how much backlash you received for it in return. The worst possible hand had been dealt to you during your term but you never folded. There are many people who do not agree with how you have been treated throughout your time in office. Unfortunately, most of them are now being silenced as well and labeled “extremists” (Guynn, 2021).
Dear Donnie, I have so many things that I can thank you for, as your white, rich, mentally unstable ass is dragged out of the Oval Office, kicking and screaming like the unhinged toddler that you are. Because of you, I have had to stare racism in the face, acknowledging an ugly history upon which this great nation was built. Your close friends, the Ku Klux Klan members, have been the reigning symbol of hatred in the United States for centuries. There was really no delineation when it came to mainstream “right and wrong”; hate groups were wrong, and the vast majority wanted to be right. In stark opposition, thank you for exposing not only yourself, but the millions of Americans who spew that same toxicity. Racism is a spectrum, and while you haven't blatantly shouted the N-word at Times Square while representing the office, you have shown that you land on the fiercest, angriest, ugliest end of that spectrum. Although, given your history and the things that you HAVE gotten away with, I cannot make myself believe that it would tarnish your reputation with your minions.
Goodbye, Good Riddance
Dear Donald, You almost pulled it off: subverting American democracy and the destruction of its institutions. But for a little luck, another fateful term was was in reach of your stubby little digits and with it the certain demise of the American republic.
Dear President Trump,
Dear President Donald J. Trump, On a cloudy day back in January of 2017, you were inaugurated. America’s 45th President, Donald, J. Trump. You, a man with a checkered history. A history filled with shady business dealings, a hokey reality TV show, and countless unsavory allegations against you. You, a man with no political or governmental background. You. Donald Trump. Yes, that stereotype of the greedy American businessman miraculously beat Crooked Hillary to become the 45th President of the United States of America, and the rest, as they say, is history.
- First Place in Goodbye Donald Challenge
Dear Mr. Trump
Dear Mr. Trump, On this evening, the last of your presidency, I was going to rant, rave and recall everything that has happened under your watch over the last four years. But I shan't do that. You see I write to you exhausted and embarrassed from an apartment in Mexico City. Far from my home town of Los Angeles, I have been able to get some semblance of peace in one of the busiest city in the Americas. The irony doesn't escape me that I came here to get a respite from my own country. You see in the days leading up to the last election I became exhausted. Exhausted is an understatement. The initial depression of your election to the office grew to despair and anger, ennui and contempt. It was a very long four years that I would not wish on another country. So after I was sure that the now President-Elect would be just so, I threw in the towel on the good old US of A, I got a Covid test and boarded the next plane I could find to Mexico City. In your loss of the election, I took some comfort in the fact that the last days of your position were at hand and that every tweet, post or news of your presidency were simply the last vestiges of a crippled water fowl. You would swiftly become irrelevant. Of course now I know I was mistaken. There was no swamp you couldn't foul more as was proven on January 6th and probably until the very moment you leave an office you have stained forever in a country you nearly brought to its knees, you will find a way to sully more, insult to injury, flies to shit. I do have one last question for you Mr. Trump.
The TV Reality Host vs The ex
Dear Donald, I married a version of you many years ago. Nearly 10 years, 3 children, a goldfish and far too many traumatic experiences later, I also fled from it. In a terrifying 2 hour window of time. In a crisis. $350 cash in my pocket. Into hiding, barely able to breathe.