That was very insightful - thank you for posting it! 
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I forgot to share a story from the weekend. The area that I live in is trending blue but is still pretty red. There's a number of Trump signs that I glare at angrily as I drive by. A number of homes in my neighborhood have Trump signs in their front yards, and I make sure to not look directly at their houses as I walk by with or without my children. I judge them, and I don't feel good about that. They are my neighbors, after all.
On Saturday, I was out with my youngest daugher. She'd been good all week, and I was taking her to the park and out to lunch as a reward. In between the park and lunch, I had to take some items to the UPS store to return them to their respective stores. As I pulled up, I noticed a young teenager (my guess is 13 but as I've gotten older, teenagers are looking younger and younger so I suppose he could've been as old as 16 or 17) taking boxes into the store with his mother. He was wearing a red hat.
Now despite living in a fairly red area, I've only seen two MAGA hats in the wild. One was at a local nursery (for plants, not children). He was friendly enough as he saw me with my family, but I did not smile back at him. We passed each other a couple times in the rows of plants, and I exchanged no pleasantries with him. He was making a political statement and I gave him no reaction.
This was different. He's a kid. Is this a kid who likes Donald Trump enough to want a hat? Do his parents love Trump enough to get their kid a hat? Or they let their kid wear that hat? Do they feel comfortable enough letting their child wear a hat for a felon? Knowing that they're opening up their kid to political thoughts from both sides? The man at the nursery that was possibly looking for reactions from both sides was one thing, but this was a kid.
I walked in with my daughter holding my items. He came in right behind me, and I could see from my periphery that he was, again, holding a stack of boxes in his hands. As a good Texan boy, I knew it was good manners to hold open the door for him. He needed my help, and it was my duty to help. And if he hadn't been wearing that hat, I would have happily done it with a friendly Texan smile.
But he was wearing the hat. And so, for a moment, I thought about ignoring him and letting him figure out a way into the door. I didn't see him in my direct vision, after all, and could've easily gotten away with saying that I hadn't seen him. And if I hadn't been there, he would've had to have opened the door by himself anyway. And I was holding my own items and my daughter's hand. I wasn't exactly free.
But I opened it. I thought about how little I wanted to make a scene in front of my daughter who has no idea who Trump is or what MAGA is or why her dad was arguing with some kid. I opened the door, he thanked me, and I said nothing. I didn't look at him or smile. I did the bare minimum.
And I hated feeling that way. Again, this kid can't vote, and I have no idea what led him to wear that hat. Maybe his whole family is conservative and he doesn't know the terrible things that Trump has done or said. One of the biggest news from the weekend was young voters discovering the Access Hollywood tape and playing it on TikTok for each other. If he was 13, he would've been 9 when Trump left office. He might have no idea what January 6th was about any more than I knew about the Oklahoma City bombing when I was around that age.
Maybe he is a little Christian nationalist, white supremacist, future Nazi, but so could any of the kids I passed that day that weren't wearing red hats. I didn't judge any of them because their clothing gave me no indication of their political beliefs.
And that's what I hate about Trump the most. The guy is a criminal and a monster and if he wins tomorrow, he will make the world less safe for myself and my kids. I desperately want him to lose tomorrow so I can stop worrying about this stupid election like I have for the last year+. But what I hate about him the most is how much he's making me look down upon my neighbors, fellow Texans, and fellow Americans. I don't want to hate people for their political beliefs. I don't want to hate some kid because he's wearing a hat. I want to be able to open a door and help someone and not avoid eye contact.
And, God willing, tomorrow we can put his stupid crusade to rest. I know there will be battles ahead, but tomorrow is the day we can defiantly scream "NO" into the face of fascism and prepare to defend that decision until Kamala Harris can take office.
I'm terrified of tomorrow, but I'm hopeful. And I'm ready.