What does it do to a person to be told that the suffering they experience isn’t real because it isn’t as bad as all these other groups? What does it do to label a person as evil because he has other concerns than the ones we hold dear? What does it do to stifle a person’s needs because we think their resentment is misplaced?
I think it creates Trump supporters.
I think we, the champions of the downtrodden, are in part responsible for people turning to the only person who told them their concerns mattered, that their problems were worth talking about, that they weren’t the bad guys.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Trump himself is a cancer spreading through this country, spouting hate and spreading blame by feeding people’s misguided ideas about who causes the problems we face as a nation. The problem is that he sprinkles in some truth with his lies.
And—this is important—the people who voted for Donald Trump… are not Donald Trump.
They are the marginalized majority.
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I really can’t stand church marquees in general. They are almost always obnoxious or embarrassing. They’re not too bad when limited to announcing times for events and no more. This time, though, one was likable enough to go viral and start showing up all over Facebook, etc. and it was from a church right here […]
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The margins of life are the places to pause and view the whole picture. The margins of the page are the empty useless space on the edge. The margins are the space we leave only to ensure the important parts don’t get left out or messed up. The margins are the wasted places whose only […]
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Exciting times for our family and the Portland Jeremiah House! We have officially signed a lease and gotten keys to a house we can live in starting in January! It is a temporary location for us, likely only through June, but we are so excited to be taking the next step in our journey toward […]
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This morning I went to church early to rehearse with the band, and Chrissy went to do homework at a nearby coffee shop until it was time to join us at the Lab. While she was there she overheard a conversation involving the two baristas and a patron that came in for a few minutes. […]
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