As the purple jeep pulled up to my house, I couldn’t help but wonder what this get away would hold for me. This was a new step in a friendship, the perfect bonding holiday: the up north cabin trip.
She squealed to a stop, jamming the gear into neutral. She didn’t stop the truck. She just looked at my in her fake Ray-bans and gave a nod. Ready for me to hop in and get on the road.
It didn’t take long before I saw the first one, Donald Trump has his supporters everywhere, but they were still few and far between.
My bubble is fairly liberal. My friends will vote for Biden. Most of their neighbors will vote for Biden. There’s not a lot of variety here in the opinion that Donald Trump needs to leave office. It’s not everyone, but certainly most.
However, as Ypsilanti slipped away from me, and the temperature dropped a few degrees, I knew that my bubble had burst.
It was about an hour from home when I realized the significant increase in Trump-Pence paraphernalia. They were no longer in spots, but in groups. Three houses in a row, five houses in a row, not a Biden outlook in sight. Sigh.
I was forced to recognize the division in our communities. And what’s worse? I was let wondering one thing: was I safe?
Here I am a young, Black woman in this rickety old Wrangler next to this badass Puerto Rican/Chinese chick, out in the middle of ‘Make America Great Again’ land. Twice the car conchs out, failing to start. She jimmies it, giving the clutch a good talking to, and rips the ignition until finally it turns over. I can’t help but wonder what might have happened if it hadn’t?
In the times we are living, political party has more acutely been synonymous with violence. Trump followers are assigned faces such as Kyle Rittenhouse, the white 17-year old who murdered two protesters in Kenosha, WI; Adam Fox who was the lead instigator in the plot to kidnap Michigan’s Governor Whitmer; and the many other national terrorists who have come before and after them.
Political party has more acutely been synonymous with race where the Karen’s of the world come to lend their wicked words, and racist ideology as well as deep seated structural wounds start to ooze into the open.
If we were stuck, would we be met with violence? With bigotry? How about kindness? Or at least feigned acceptance?
I don’t know. But it was all I could think of as the engine sputtered to life..