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Dino Alonso's avatar

John, this one got me. And you hit it out of the park.

Not because it’s extreme.

Not because it’s hostile.

But because it’s honest in a way most of us have been too heartbroken—or too afraid—to say out loud.

I’ve lived through this. I am living through it.

And I know others are, too.

This quiet, devastating realization that the people who raised us to know right from wrong… no longer seem to recognize the difference.

I read this letter and nodded all the way through. Because yes—like the writer, I was taught to speak truth, to stand with the vulnerable, to loathe liars, and to reject cruelty masquerading as strength. And like the writer, I absorbed those values not from books or professors or activists, but from my own family.

And now I’m looking into the faces of some of those same people—people I love—and I see them defending a man who contradicts everything they once held sacred.

Not just tolerating him.

Not holding their noses.

Defending him. Idolizing him. Voting for him again.

I have tried to reconcile it.

I have tried to make peace with the idea that they “just see things differently.”

But the moral chasm grows wider with every lie they excuse, every cruelty they dismiss, every flicker of decency they silence in order to hold the line politically.

And so yes, I felt this letter like a blow to the chest—because it doesn’t come from hate.

It comes from grief.

It grieves the loss of trust.

The loss of moral continuity.

The loss of that precious belief we once had—that our family’s lessons were true, and would hold across time.

I’ve wrestled with this long enough to know that what we’re experiencing isn’t just a political rift. It’s a spiritual one.

A rupture in shared meaning.

A betrayal not just of party lines, but of the very character they helped shape in us—and now resent.

And I say this not to shame anyone. God knows we’re all flawed.

But what this piece does—what I can’t thank the author enough for—is tell the truth plainly:

We are not the ones who changed.

We became the people we were taught to become.

And now we are being asked to apologize for it. To contort ourselves into silence or complicity for the sake of “keeping the peace.”

But there is no peace without principle.

There is only a silence that poisons everything.

So yes, I stand with the writer of this piece.

In conviction. In heartbreak.

In the clarity that love—real love—is honest even when it hurts.

And I grieve alongside him.

Because it’s a hell of a thing to realize that the people who first lit your moral fire may now be asking you to extinguish it.

I won’t.

And if you’re reading this, wrestling with the same ache—you shouldn’t either.

Not because you’re angry.

But because you remember who taught you better.

And you believed them.

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Brenda Pelc-Faszcza's avatar

Beautifully put, and as clear-eyed as it comes.

I have never understood the distinction some people try to make between "the man" and "his policies." Some MAGAs will say, "Well, I'm not crazy about Trump's style, but I like his policies." What??? His policies are hate-filled, racist, greedy, vengeful --- and that's him. What's the difference? Come on, people, it's not like there's somehow a vile man promoting "good" policies. They are one and the same, all vile.

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