Most of the critiques I’ve read of the safety pin project have been from people dwelling in relatively liberal urban environments. Here in the heart of small town, very red Kansas, they’ve had a much more potent meaning for some of us at risk — and they incur more risk for those willing to wear them.
In this small college town, we have many students from other countries, some of whom wear the hijab. We have a large Hispanic community which includes a number of undocumented immigrants. We also have many, many Trump voters.
My choice to wear a safety pin was validated for me two days after the election, as a young Latina pumping gas across from me looked up at me, then saw my pin and smiled with relief.
For me, it’s helpful. Of course this is not all I do (never has been and never will be) — but I will do this, too.