This morning, I woke up to learn that America was not the country I thought it was. Maybe it was naive of me, but I already thought America was great. I held pride in being a progressive nation. In supporting diversity and being tolerant of the things we cannot understand.

If making America great again means what Donald Trump thinks it does, and what apparently majority of our country thinks it does, then I'm not sure that I'm so concerned about being great. If being "great" means supporting intolerance, perpetuating blatant racism, sexism and xenophobia, dividing humans on the premise of their race or religion, then I have no interest in being a great nation. Maybe the focus should be shifted from being "great" to being accepting, kind, or even tolerant if nothing else.

If making America great again means the repeal of numerous LGBT+ laws, then I'm not interested in being "great".

If making America great again means intimidating and hate-mongering minorities, eluding entire cultures of people to thieves and rapists, perpetuating stereotypes, and even constructing a physical divide between us and fellow humans, then I'm not interested in being "great".

If making America great again means ignoring accusations of sexual assault, degrading women, referring to them by their genitals and sarcastically correlating their actions based on their menstrual cycle, then I'm not interested in being "great".

If making America great again means alienating humans on the premise of their race and religion, then I'm not interested in being "great".

I am not going to spend the next four years being deterred by the inevitable. I am afraid, but I will not live in fear. I am a woman, a sexual assault advocate and an ally of the LGBT+ community as well as all minorities. I am a millennial. I am a journalist. I am a voice, and I will not stop spreading love, peace, and unity until America can decide what it truly means to be "great" again.