In the creeping reality of another Donald Trump presidency, people keep asking me, “Cristina, what are we going to do?” The truth is, I don’t have all the answers. I’ve spent hours staring at this screen, struggling to find the right words. So, I’ll start with honesty.
I fell down the alt-right pipeline. I was an extremist. Not anymore. Haven’t been for years. I don’t talk about it much because I’m ashamed of who I was. Back then, I was angry, bitter—and if I’m honest, weak. I was looking for something to latch onto, something that made sense in the chaos. I wanted answers, and the far-right offered them. They gave me a community, a sense of belonging, and a simple narrative that made me feel like I had control over my life. They gave me the enemy I could blame, the “truth” that explained everything. And for a time, I believed it.
But I’m not that person anymore. I’ve spent years working to unlearn the lies I believed, and it’s been a long, painful process. I’m not asking for sympathy; I don’t deserve it. But I want to share my story so you can understand how people in these circles think, from someone who was once “inside.”
It’s not easy to look back and see how far I’d fallen, but I’ve come to realize that sharing this truth might help others. There are so many who are still trapped in that web of fear, anger, and false certainty. And maybe, just maybe, by understanding where I came from, we can find a way to stop this cycle and help people find a better path.
I’m not here to blame anyone for my journey. This is about how we can all do better, be better—and help each other escape the lies that keep us divided.