My wife and I have a close family friend who lives in a suburb of Minneapolis, MN. I’ll call her Jane. She is a real person, but “Jane” is not her real name.
Jane is a hard-working, big-hearted woman who has never intended to hurt anyone. She is the type of person who calls on your birthday, comforts you when tragedy strikes, or takes you to the doctor when you’re under the weather. She is the friend that every person should be blessed with. We are grateful to have her in our lives, despite her one glaring fault — an all-consuming hatred of Donald J. Trump. It is a hatred that far exceeds mere derangement.
For Jane, politics isn’t the business of rational choices. It is a war of emotional expression. While Jane is vehemently opposed to illegal immigration, she is highly offended by the Trump administration’s tactics in her community. She recently posted on Facebook:
“This is not the America I grew up in. And I’m beyond angry. Now I hear Trump is threatening the insurrection act in Minnesota. … does that mean war on the citizens of Minnesota? Shoot now ask questions later. … Untrained ICE is (sic) indiscriminately and, might I add illegally, snatching people off the streets and pulling them out of their cars. Just because the color of their skin, sexual orientation, ...
