These Trump supporters want us to know that they smile at African-Americans and hold the door for them when they are entering buildings. They think it’s important that we understand they have a Hispanic coworker or a favorite gay waiter they treat as a friend and, therefore, have their tender feelings hurt when they are called mean names like “racist” or “homophobe.”
I’m not a religious woman, but I’ll call upon my dad in that booth. I’ll hope if there is an afterlife, he’s watching out. I’ll hope if he’s been reincarnated, he’s that cute squirrel that hangs out in our backyard. I’ll hope that he knows some people are still trying to create the future he believed in.