Yes, you read the title of this essay right. I’m a black woman who loves the Tea Party. And no this isn’t one of those “there’s a fine line between love and hate” type of things.
Growing up I used to punch walls and throw tantrums in a futile effort to pacify my rage. Unfortunately, my parents never saw this as a sign of a deeper problem and did nothing to help, except sternly lecture me or take away TV time.