I am ashamed of the fact that they are racists, bigots, and willfully ignorant to facts and reason. That regardless of how they identify, their actions more than give them away.
I am ashamed of their unchecked hubris. Of their unwillingness to see another point of view. Of their hatred that they mask with “patriotism” and Christianity.
I am ashamed that they call themselves Christians while unabashedly supporting the views of the morally bankrupt.
I am ashamed that they are too proud to admit they have made a mistake in putting their support behind Donald Trump.
This is ½ of my upbringing. ½ of the people who raised me. I don't know how to reconcile their current actions with my childhood memories.
Maybe they've always been like this and I was just too blind to see it?
Everything in me wants to say something about it. Everything I am wants to try to influence them to change. But it’s like shouting into the wind.
I know I'm not alone in this. I know others are dealing with similar situations. And I truly want to know how you manage it? Because it's like a weight that I can't shake.
