Who are you, Trump supporter? I only know two of you. And I live in rural Indiana, so I know you are out there. Granted, I don’t bring up politics unless I’m around close friends. And not even around some of you.
I live in a red state where most people have guns and go to church. But I also hear lots of Spanish spoken, and I’m served coffee most days by a woman in a hijab. We have enclaves of immigrants from the Far East and South America, and we are represented by all religions. On my way to work, I pass the Hindu temple. There’s a beautiful new mosque several miles from my home.
For the most part, people are kind here. If someone is in trouble, there’s usually a fundraiser. Neighbors go in to help neighbors. It isn’t exactly “The Waltons,” but people are mostly good.
So it makes no sense to me how someone can advocate and support a man who talks without a filter, puts down “the other,” changes his mind a lot or doesn’t remember what he said before, and has no policies. Well, there’s “Make America Great Again,” which has about as much panache as “Nixon’s the One.”
I know people are angry. I’m mad at lots of things in society. I lost my job, and it took awhile to find one. I work more hours at this one, have fewer benefits, and make about twenty percent less. Honestly, I am grateful, because in my age group many people never came back to work. I know lots of them. And none of them support Trump.
I know people are angry at Washington D.C. So am I. Our Congress does nothing. With the death of Justice Anton Scalia, now we’ll have a do-nothing SCOTUS.
Democracy is a messy business. When you live in a society that is not governed by a dictator or a king, you make decisions by compromise. That’s how it’s been done since the beginning of this republic. You give a little, I give a little. That’s not the theme of Trump’s book, “The Art of the Deal.”
For me, there is a deal-breaker (pardon the pun) that trumps all others (pardon the other pun.)
Trump advocates banning individuals who practice a particular religion from coming into the country. This stance is terribly ironic, considering the United States was founded on religious freedom. Throughout our history, individuals suffering from the persecution of all kinds made their way to America. Most of them were celebrated and accepted.
We haven’t always been perfect, of course. We destroyed Native American populations; we interred Japanese Americans during World War II, we turned away a ship liner full of European Jews on the brink of the same war. And we’ve lived with the consequences of slavery to this day, a horrible legacy of racism.
Many of us descend from those who escaped something, be it persecution or poverty in the various old countries of the world.
Ask yourself, Trump supporters, do you want someone in the White House who sets us back three hundred years? Do you want someone as Commander in Chief that you might not like to lead your child’s Boy Scout troop?
I’m grateful America was welcoming to the Ulster Scots, and the Germans, or I wouldn’t be here.
By the time I post this piece, Super Tuesday’s exit polls will have reported what seems inevitable, that Trump will be the nominee. Your vote matters. Make the right choice.
As I ponder how many people stand with Trump, I imagine tears flowing from the four heads at Mt. Rushmore.
Crossposted from BlogHer at: http://www.blogher.com/trump-supporters-who-are-you