My Struggle to Maintain Friendships with Trump Supporters
I love my friends. I do. But, lately, as I’ve become more political involved I find myself thinking, “Are you fucking kidding me,” or “Wow someone should teach you the difference between socialism and communism.”
Well, today at lunch I decided to pass out Bernie lit to all the tables. It went relatively well, received a few head nods, I did get a no thank you… and shamefully put one on the table anyway. After I was done and had sat down I had one person come up to me with a crumpled up lit and waited till I opened it to leave. (It said George Bush on it) *Excuse me while I jump out the closest window. But, wait, the story gets better.
My friends and I continued on with our lunch, I sat flustered in my political coma that I was sinking into when I heard my friend complaining about her wage. The nosy person that I am, decided to take a listen and just as I predicted she was complaining because her friend made almost $15 dollars an hour and she wanted that.
I sighed and went on about how Bernie wants to raise the minimum wage to $15 dollars. But, of course they didn’t listen and proceeded on there endless rant that could easily be solved.
Well, conveniently I had Bernie lit on me and decided to pull out my handy dandy Bernie card that has about 11-12 of his policy plans on it. I pulled it out and handed it to her and her reaction was mortifying…
She laughed hysterically and said, “Are you kidding me, did you actually just hand this to me?”
I sat in shock, but managed to get out the word, “Yes?”
She then, pulled a sharpie out of her bag, crossed off Bernie’s name, wrote, “Trump 2016,” and on the back wrote…. “#Buildawall.”
Mortified, and fucking pissed, I said, “Are you kiding me, I’m Hispanic!”
But, that’s not even the best part, my other friend, who conveniently is voting for Bernie said, “What does that have to do with anything?”
I then explained that I’m Puerto Rican, and even though I look white I am 100% proud to be a Latina! Although, being Hispanic comes with a price, which is what my friends aren’t realizing. I have family that I might never have the opportunity to see because of the laws and tests that are required for them to come to this country. I talked about how being Hispanic has everything to do with the wall, considering Trump wants to build it between us and Mexico.
Now I sit here, hours later contemplating if I still want to be friends with this person. My friend is a great person, or at least I’d like to believe so. I don’t see my friend intending to do any harm to my feelings or me… or anyone for that matter… although, I don’t know if I can be friends with someone so ignorant and whiling to speak blindly.