You seem really angry.
It wasn’t really a statement. Or a question. It was an accusation. It was two days after the election. Two days after we elected an openly racist man who bragged about sexually assaulting women. My anger had apparently ruffled my acquaintance.
Yeah. I was angry. Livid. Sad. Terrified.
But I didn’t say any of that. I offered a smile. I tilted my head and I placated and soothed. My voice curled around words that I didn’t mean. My head screamed at him in anger Why are you NOT angry?
My soft voice and my traitorous smile were on autopilot. I blame my conditioning, but that’s really just a cop out.
We were raised on polite and nice. The Golden Rule and “how do you do’s.” We were taught that politics and religion should never be discussed in polite company.
Our politics are shrouded in coded language. Abuses are minimized…
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