I am a nurse, writer, artist, and immigrant living in New York City since 2013. My journey to Deplorability was unconventional and unexpected, given my heritage as a left-leaning liberal from Australia, but it has truly been a gift. While many around me in Manhattan have plunged headfirst into a bitter fury, lurching from one media-incited existential crisis to the next, wallowing in hate and darkness while espousing love and light, I have been having the time of my life. I have never laughed so much or felt so excited and optimistic about the future. I was ecstatic that Donald J. Trump was elected President in 2016, and I am in awe of all that he has been able to achieve. He makes the impossible look easy.
If you have eyes to see it, positive change is happening in the United States and all around the world right now. It’s an era of profound transformation with complete disruption of the status quo, but growth is uncomfortable and can often be painful. The haters have my sympathy. They are missing out on so many beautiful, hilarious moments, all under false pretenses, and that is a real shame. It is funny to hear “LOVE TRUMPS HATE!” coming from those who blindly hate half the country, yet curiously continue to perceive themselves as loving. Where, exactly, is the love? I choose to operate with stealth as a Trump supporter in New York City, aware that I reside in largely hostile territory. This is done not out of a sense of shame, but from an abundance of common sense. Unfortunately, much of the population is conditioned to see Klan robes and a Nazi salute when they encounter a red hat or the slightest hint of pro-Trump affiliation. After four years of reinforcement from corporate media, television shows, athletes, musicians, Central Park stage productions, comedians, celebrities, and Jussie Smollett, the open hostility shows no sign of receding.
It has been quite amazing to witness the phenomenon of mass hysteria, but it has not been pleasant. Learning to shrug off calls of racism, xenophobia, homophobia, fascism, white supremacy, ignorance, Nazism, ugliness, stupidity, godlessness, hatefulness, and heartlessness is what Deplorables have been forced to do. The ceaseless character assassination of President Trump, his family, and anyone who supports him is a lesson in resilience, having the faith of your convictions and never surrendering. It has also been creatively inspiring.
The obscene aftermath that followed the election of November 2016 has been an education like no other. As a painter and writer, I found the hysterical celebrity response to President Trump particularly memorable and began painting portraits. Sarah Silverman, Amy Schumer, Miley Cyrus, Lena Dunham, and Chelsea Handler were the first in a series of unhappy women who had been denied their first woman president and weren’t going to let it slide. The disgusting deception of the media and the ongoing tantrums of emotionally unhinged liberals have further inspired my art.
Literally, Hitlershows a tuxedoed, smiling Donald Trump holding a bird on his finger, surrounded by roses, kittens, and puppies. Wake Up Punchy!is a black and white portrait of the President, inspired by his Tweet about Robert De Niro, and soon to decorate the side of a coffee cup. My paintings are simple, in the style of pop art and generally consist of bold, bright colors. I’ve also branched out into textile art, recreating memes with wool to make wall hangings. I like art that makes me laugh, and I hope to do the same with my work. There is a lot of humor on this side of the divide, but it’s much easier to laugh when you don’t believe that the world is going to end in twelve years, and the President is the Anti-Christ.
I have bitten my tongue when friends and acquaintances angrily express a desire to murder the President and respond instead with words and pictures in my home studio. I have completed dozens of paintings and written my first art book, The Trump Alpha-Bet, A Picture Book for Adults. The humor in my work may be dark, but it is not spiteful. While I have no love for the Clintons or Democrat party, I have no beef with people who do. Agreeing to disagree is vital, but it seems like such a quaint and romantic notion in 2019. Art is my way of collecting all the rocks thrown at Trump supporters to turn them into something constructive, like a wall.
I plan to self-publish The Trump Alpha-Bet because I can’t imagine any publisher in New York City would allow me within ten feet of their building. I think I’ll start my own publishing company. I would be honored if Deplorables supported my work when it is released in 2020, as my dream is to open an art gallery in New York City where everyone is welcome. Funnily enough, I will need to find a safe space to do so.
Art belongs to all of us, and the alienation that many non-liberal creative people feel in a world dominated by leftist groupthink can be remedied by affirmative and purposeful action. Nobody is going to open the door and invite us in, so we must create our own spaces where our voices and ideas can be freely expressed.
Whether it was a round table discussion, a visit to the Oval Office, or the Rose garden for a ceremony or a press conference with VP Pence and President Trump, I felt the Trump administration cared. Finally, someone.
My last visit to the Oval Office was indeed an extra special one because I received THE pen that was used to sign a veto. ( trump vetoed a measure to overturn his border emergency declaration) What a transformation from being JUST Dominics mom, who didn’t think she had a voice, to now being known as DOMSMOM to speaking at the White House with the President and Vice President. Blessed to have a chance to meet and talk with many influential and well-known people, Law Enforcement, Border Patrol agents, politicians, and even celebrities.
From feeling life didn’t matter, to making a difference by educating people and sharing the truth about Illegal immigration and always making sure Dominic will never be forgotten.
My son did not die in vain. I will speak about him, what took him, and what is happening in our country until the day I get to join him finally.
Death threats, people walking out of my life because they think I should just be quiet and NOT talk about this hot issue, getting spit at and shoved, threatening messages on Twitter…..nothing will keep me from doing what I do FOR my son and the thousands of victims that no one talks or sometimes even know about.
The unconditional, sincere and genuine love for my son ( in life as in death) his everlasting presence and my strong faith in God, along with the incredible support of my fiancé , family and the many people that reach out with kind, encouraging words and prayers, keeps me going full force until one day, there will not be another Victim of an illegal alien.
Love doesn’t die…love doesn’t change…tragedies show us what we are made of, how much strength is deep within each of us, and that life is not over. We all have a choice to waste this precious gift of life or do something with it. It’s up to each of us, and I’m glad I chose to do something.
Kristy will be announcing her online store very shortly and we hope to have some of her products on our site as well. More details to come soon! Make sure to follow her on Twitter as well.