Of Course, We Know You, MAGAs. That's The Problem.
“You don’t know me.”
This was a Trump supporter’s condescending message in my inbox this evening, after I’d recently blocked her on a social media platform.
In her terse reprimand, she alleged her openness to other ideas, mentioned her supposed gay friends, and described her kitchen table, which she claimed is open to anyone.
She heaped shame upon me for not treating her fairly, scolding me for my intolerance, and lamenting my close-mindedness.
I’m sorry, but I ain’t buyin’ a word of it.
You see, what Trump supporters don’t understand is that we do know them, not by our prejudices or blind spots or our shorthand, drive-by evaluations—but by their political affiliations. Their vote was a declaration. Their support now is a reiteration of it.
Now, three election cycles into this disaster, they’ve pretty much made it abundantly clear who they are:
