You may not really know, but… those living it every single day know.

Yes, I am very white. However, I have been married to a Persian for nearly 28 years. It’s not that “[my] worldview is telling [me] that there is more.” It is my visceral, real world experience and witness of an increasingly blatant and dangerous increase toward the people I love and toward me for loving them. People I’ve welcomed into my home, had at my own dinner table — even considered family — have turned on me and my little immigrant family. People who’ve had us at their dinner table have shunned us and openly castigated me.

At his very white middle school, my son, during 2016 election cycle, was taunted for months that Trump was going to send him and his father to the gas chambers. He fended off a few attempted assaults with the martial arts deflection moves he’d learned in Taekwondo. But, my son received a concussion when was violently assaulted by sneak attack by two of those who had been taunting him; they attacked him hours later in retaliation for his defense of a Latinx immigrant student they had targeted. My husband has customers refuse to be served by him, twice even openly complaining when asking for another employee to help saying variations of, “those people aren’t clean.” Trumpian neighbors, who’d been friendly before, now turn their backs on him when they see him in our yard. There is more. It is worse.

You may not really know… so, believe someone who is living it. It is worse and getting worse.