I am exhausted by Donald Trump, and I am exhausted with the media because they finally admitted Trump was “. . . a racist.” Unlike many who waited until midway into President Joe Biden’s term to even utter the word “racist” about Trump, I spotted his hatred within a minute after he rolled down the escalator and announced his candidacy.

Full disclosure. I am a Black Woman.

Trump was always a racist and hateful man who detested people of color.

I’ve never understood the small percentage of Black people who are supporting and voting for Trump. Equally disheartening to me was to see those two Black men sitting in the bleachers at rallies as they mimic the cheers and fist pumps of the MAGA crowd.

How could these two Black Men support a man who called Africa a shithole country?

Dear Black brothers in the bleachers at Trump rallies: What are you thinking? We are descendants of a civilization reaching back centuries when scholars created Nations and warriors protected Kingdoms. It was a Joy for me when I discovered my DNA is traced to the African country of Benin. It may only be a sliver of a nation along the African west coast, but Benin became the missing fragment of my soul.

I hope one day my Black brothers will find the means for sojourning to Motherland Africa and discover the fragment of their souls, abandoned on the African coast when ships carried our ancestors to the shores of America.

And tomorrow, while standing in line at your polling place, my Black brothers, I hope you vote to elect Vice-president Kamala Harris, a strong woman for President of the United States of America.