I was up North for a spell, enjoying the cabin on the lake over the Fourth of July and then some and I gotta tell ya, for the first time ever I felt “the fear” in a stronghold of Trump’s Red America.
You see, I live in a blue nesting Russian doll – a blue neighborhood in a blue city in a blue CD (Ilhan Omar is my rep in Congress) in a blue state.
Well, mostly blue by population (MSP, DaLoot & Rottenchester are the big cities) but not by area. It’s a Blue archipelago in a sea of Red if you look beyond those urban islands.
So when I venture North I’m in a beaten down mindset from just trying to survive another day in Portland on the prairie.
Now given that a simple slip of the tongue betraying anything Trump in my hood can get you throat punched in a heartbeat, I was absolutely flummoxed when I saw Trump banners proudly waving next to American flags in the annual Boat Parade, Trump bumper stickers on cars at the gas station/bait shop and MAGA hats donned by more than a few of The Locals.
And you know what my immediate, gut-reaction to these Trumpian displays was?
Yup, I was feeling the fear that one of these poor souls was gonna be bike-lock bashed by an Antifa or be berated mercilessly by an SJW harpy.
Because where I live, you just don’t betray any Trumpian sentiment for fear of retribution, swift and certain.
So yeah, there is fear in Red America.
It’s just that the fear for when I’m up there is much like the fear of we closeted conservatives feel living deep, deep, deep in The Blue.