Dear President Trump,

My dad was born on Aug. 8, 1963. He’s turning 54 this year, but he doesn’t look it. As long as I’ve been alive, which is just over 18 years now, I’ve known him as an unchanging face of youth and passion. Even his coworkers tell him the same – most mistake him for a 30-something year old. I know him as Doi: a guy who fixes things professionally, likes to play golf and cooks food in large quantities and over long periods of time. But before all that, he was many things.

Before, he helped support his family back in Vietnam. Before, he obtained his GED amidst sleepless nights punctured by the joy and exhaustion of new parenthood. Before, he learned the history of this great nation and its relation to his country of origin. Before, he worked countless menial jobs and tasks as the newest addition to the long line of tireless seekers that came to America before him. Before, he didn’t speak a single word of English.

And before all of that, my dad was an immigrant.

I wanted to tell you about him, Mr. Trump. Because he’s many in one, an accumulation of untold struggles, and one of many, as are the men, women and children you have let fall through the cracks of presidential responsibility.

I say all this not because you’re ever going to read this, or because my story accounts for anything. I say it because my dad’s does. Not just because he’s an immigrant, but because he voted for you.

In fact, so did most of my family: they were at one point all refugees seeking the safety and promise of prosperity in America amidst the violent internal conflict Syrian refugees now face. And still, they placed their hopes in you.

My Facebook page tells me every day that your decisions are reprehensible, ill-advised and dangerous to the millions who didn’t vote for you. But I’m even more familiar with the millions who did; even my roommate wanted America to be “great again.”

So far that hasn’t been the case. Not for migrants from all walks of life, not for transgender teens, not for people of color, not for women and not for you. So when exactly are you planning on performing this extreme home makeover? Despite your nationalistic fervor, President Trump, your policies are dismantling a national identity inextricably tied to the transnational identities of its citizens.

Going forward, perhaps it’s time to consider a partial rewrite.

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