Today I did it. I tried one last time to get through to him. He’s a Jew. I showed him a verse from the bible (Leviticus 19:33) that says to relate to a foreigner like one of your own, as we were foreigners in egypt. He doesn’t care, tried to make up semantics about why It doesn’t mean that.
I showed him pictures of the Everglades Concentration Camp and how they’re selling merchandise, and how this is what the Nazis started with. He called me a hysterical lefty and told me “you must be the most pleasant person in the room and know everything”.
I blocked him after that. It crushes me to block one of the pillars of my life from my childhood, but I can’t associate with a fucking hypocrite or a fucking nazi supporter. He’s 60, when they cut medicare for him, I hope my sister is ready to go bankrupt paying for his medical care, because he voted for this, not me.
My tipping point with my family was George Floyd/ Breanna Taylor. The details aren’t important and are very similar to many of the stories here. Its not easy, it wasn’t then and it still has a sting to it. Good for you for deciding that enough was enough. And a pat on the back to this whole thread because I don’t think theres a single troll in it. Just folks genuinely sharing their stories of grief over a situation we’d rather not deal with. The internet like a broke clock is capable of getting it right twice a day.