By Christie Tate
“You can just unfriend him. At least hide his profile.”
This is good advice, advice I’d be well served to take. I’ve just told my best friend about the latest offense my Tea Party pro-Trump second-cousin has committed on social media. This cousin triggers me to the moon with his red state propaganda. I haven’t laid eyes on him since my grandfather’s funeral in 1981. I was in third grade. I remember only that his face was wide and flat like the surface of the moon. We share the same last name and a handful of relatives that I’m not close to. We were “reunited” on Facebook a few months ago when my first cousin put me in touch with his daughter.
I didn’t know he was a pro-Trump guy at first. The posts were all about his grandbaby and his beloved Texas Aggies. Babies I can get behind 100% of the time; the Aggies I could take or leave.
Then, over the summer the Black Lives Matter protest in Dallas erupted in gun violence and police officers were killed in the line of duty. I posted something that was pro Black Lives Matter, and his response was racist, offensive, anti-Constitutional, and impossible to ignore. I held my phone and in that tiny square for REPLY I told him why Black Lives Matter was important and that he was wrong about who was to blame for the violence. I cited numerous incidents were young black men were killed at the hands of trigger-happy, racist police officers. After I published my remark, I shook like someone soaking wet in a snow storm. Had I just taken this man with my father’s smile to task? Was I now in trouble? I was 43 years old, sitting in the office where I work as a lawyer, shaking like I’d just thrown a Molotov cocktail through an elderly person’s window. Continue Reading…