Sometimes I spend so much time inside my brain that I find it hard to keep my life in balance. I’m a self-proclaimed political junkie, but things have gotten so crazy that I can’t even figure out how “unity” is supposed to happen.
I can’t bring myself to even consider uniting with people who attacked the Capitol, or supported a man who lied as easily as the rest of us breathe, or supported undoing rights and responsibilities of LGBTQ folks, or yanking children and babies from vulnerable people who are coming to the United States and seeking asylum. It’s not that I don’t want us all to unite and be all kumbaya and all, but I just can’t. I can’t overlook those things. It’s not a difference in politics. It’s a difference in morals.
Hell, I don’t have children. I don’t even like children. I’m soon to be 57 years old and I’ve never touched a child younger than 3 years old. But even so, my heart literally ACHED for the parents of those children who were taken from them. Hundreds of the children are here in the United States … somewhere … and the parents have been deported without their kids. How would YOU feel?
Before you tell me, well, they shouldn’t have brought their kids this far. They were asking for it. You would do anything it took to keep your kids safe, wouldn’t you? I can’t think of a single person who would travel 2,000 miles (or 3,000 or 4,000) with young children if what they were trying to get away from wasn’t horrible.
Then they get here. That they get turned away at the border and forced to go back to the hell that they were trying to get away from is horrible enough. But to do it after their child(ren) were stolen from them.
Tell me that’s the moral thing for our country to do. Tell me that the kids will be fine. They won’t be. The trauma they went through is going to follow them around for a lifetime. It’s unforgivable.
And I can’t stomach the idea of uniting with fellow humans that thought that was a good thing.
I can’t unite with Trump supporters. I just can’t, and I don’t want to, pretend they are the type of people I would want to hang out with.
So I think that in this present climate, the best we can hope for is that the MAGA folks will get drummed out public office and drummed out of polite society.
And I hope like hell that Donald Trump’s ass never crosses the doorposts of the White House ever again.