I Finally Gave Up On My Right-Wing Relatives — and I’m ashamed it didn’t happen sooner
All three of my siblings voted for Tr*mp in 2016 (and/or their spouses did, which is the same thing in my book).
Up until that day in November, I had no idea. No idea that my loved ones could resort to such gross decisions.
After the initial shock and grief, and as the new president swiftly began his parade of horrors, I still had some hope in the back of my mind. I hoped that those who voted for him would see the error of their ways. I hoped that this would finally get people to come together and realize that “fiscal conservatism” and “individual freedom” were stupid reasons to vote for a person who represented everything bad in this world. Maybe we could finally make some meaningful change and fight. I believed they’d see that their decision to vote for him was dangerous, misguided, unintelligent, racist, and misogynist. They’d finally be on our side. Maybe this was just a little blip on the radar of US history.
I hoped that they watched the news, as I did, and saw the harmful policy changes and rhetoric of the GOP, that they’d expand their minds and realize what they’d helped create.
I quite honestly thought that most of the people who had voted for Trump were just ignorant and confused. It seemed that there were only a…
