The question I hate to answer in this day and time is one that awakens something deep in me when it is heard. “Are you one of them?”‘ This question now refers to something much deeper than a crowd or a group. It is questioning my morals, my resolve, and the person asking is usually already primed to be sarcastically rude and even angry. I had a women’s rights sticker on my car that apparently makes people think I am a radical leftist, forget that I am a woman, and I have a mind. Since I refuse to fight with stupid anymore, I answer it only when provoked or when it is necessary. I am one of them… I am smart, educated, and grew up in the 60’s. I fought for the rights of women and remember the fight for all that WE the People have accomplished to make right and good for ALL PEOPLE. I can remember the struggle for women to become more than possessions, for people of color to be seen and allowed to just BE. So, YES I am one of them, but not extreme, just an American ole’ woman, I believe in the constitution, do not believe that the wealthy have our best interest at heart, and am afraid of the chaos and ignorance that is becoming normal here. I am a Democrat, but I vote across party lines because I process information, think deeply, and want the best person for the job when it comes to government. We are falling short there, very, very short. I am ANTIFA as well. But the question put so sarcastically, “Are you one of them?” just makes me feel a shiver deep in my soul, yes I have one of those too.
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