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Us Versus Them


We were invited to a brunch to celebrate a friend’s mom’s award as the "Congregant of the Year" at her church.

At the brunch, most of the people were pretty elderly. As one older woman was leaving, out of the blue she said, "Oh this must be the Republican table." 

"What," I responded?

She confirmed that she heard that we were the Republicans in the group. Nervous laughter ensued because none of our group voted for the current president. 

In fact, a close friend of mine at the brunch might be a Democratic Socialist. 

None of us voted for Trump or Hillary Clinton. Two horrible candidates so we voted for other people for our own self respect.

Nevertheless we had to defend ourselves for no reason. 

I realized at that brunch, that the political venom is getting so personal that a geriatric political progressive needs to chastise people she doesn’t know anything about.

I used the term "political progressive" on purpose. This woman stereotyped without knowing anything about us. I don’t know anything about her also. When she said that statement out of the blue, I thought about Representative Maxine Waters angrily telling her supporters to chastise Trump and his staffers.

 

I thought about telling her that yet I realized that that would confirm her suspicions about me even though I do not agree with President Trump.

The whole point of this post is that the political vitriol is getting so extreme even a religious brunch to celebrate an old woman’s church award is now political.

Sad.

Comments

Rebecca Dutton said…
Truly sad. In my opinion Osama Bin Laden won because our fear is so omnipresent that we attack each other.
July 24, 2018 at 6:34 AM
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