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Liberal writer: 'A redneck fixed my Prius'

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Liberal writer: I detest Trump, but a ‘redneck' fixed my Prius with zip ties

I went to the Women's March in Washington, D.C., and I arrived home feeling heartbroken. It was the last way I expected to feel.

I had spent the morning sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial with my 16-year-old daughter, Katherine, whose silent tears on election night in 2016 had marked the beginning of this national nightmare for me. She had insisted we drive from Charlotte to D.C. this year so that we could "protest in front of the president's house." We heard all of the inspiring speakers; we relished the creativity of the posters and slogans. Being among so many like-minded people was comforting. I heard one woman say, "I love being here today. It makes me feel less alone."

I wanted to be with people who shared my anger. Because I have been so angry about Donald Trump this past year. I have been angry at my country for electing this man, angry at my neighbors who support him, angry at the wealthy who sacrificed our country and its goodness for tax breaks, angry at the coal miners who believed his promises.

My fury has been bottomless. I drink my morning coffee from a cup that says, "I hate to wake up when Donald Trump is President." The constancy of my outrage has been exhausting, yet I have not yet found a way to quell it — nearly each day has brought a new reason to stoke the fire. But a day with my daughter, communing with the angry and the aggrieved, seemed a good way to try.

After the march, Katherine and I hit the road in the late afternoon, feeling good; we had done our part to express our outrage. We were about 90 minutes south of D.C. when I heard a terrible popping sound. I assumed I had blown a tire and headed toward the nearest exit. The popping was followed by screeching — were we now driving on metal? Luckily, there was a gas station right off the exit.

Before I could do anything but park my gray Prius, a man rushed over. "I heard you coming down that road," he said. Before I could say much he started surveying the situation. He didn't so much offer to help us as get right to work.

It turned out that I hadn't blown a tire; a huge piece of plastic under the front bumper had come loose, causing the screeching as it scraped along the road. After determining that he couldn't cut the plastic off, he ran over to his car to grab some zip ties so that he could secure the piece back in place.

He did all of this so quickly that I didn't have time to grab the prominent RESIST sticker on the side of my car, which suddenly felt needlessly alienating. As this man lay on the ground under my car with his miracle zip ties, I asked if he thought they would hold for four more hours of driving.

"Just ask any redneck like me what you can do with zip ties — well, zip ties and duct tape. You can solve almost any car problem. You'll get home safe," he said, turning to his teenage son standing nearby. "You can say that again," his son agreed.

The whole interaction lasted 10 minutes, tops. Katherine and I made it home safely.

Our encounter changed the day for me. While I tried to dive back into my liberal podcast, my mind kept being pulled back to the gas station. I couldn't stop thinking about the man who called himself a "redneck" who came to our rescue. I sized him up as a Trump voter, just as he likely drew inferences from my Prius and RESIST sticker. But for a moment, we were just two people and the exchange was kindness (his) and gratitude (mine).

As I drove home, I felt the full extent to which Trump has actually diminished my own desire to be kind. He is keeping me so outraged that I hold ill will toward others on a daily basis. Trump is not just ruining our nation, he is ruining me. By the end of the drive, I felt heartbroken.

When my husband and I first moved to Charlotte eight years ago, I liked to tell people that our neighborhood represented the best impulses of America. In our little two-block craftsman-home development, we had people of every political persuasion from liberal to moderate Republican to tea party, and we all got along. We held porch parties in the summer and a progressive dinner at Christmas. We put being a cohesive neighborhood above politics.

But this year, I realize, I retreated from my porch. Trump's cruelty and mendacity demand outrage and the most vigorous resistance a nation can muster. Yet the experience with the man at the side of the road felt humbling. It reminded me that we are all just people trying to get home safe. It felt like a sign, that maybe if we treat one another with the kindness and gratitude that is so absent from our president and his policies, putting our most loving selves forward, this moment can transform into something more bearable? I want to come away from the march with that simple lesson, but it begs this question: How do we hold onto the fire fueling our resistance to the cruelty Trump unleashes, but also embrace the world with love? I wish I knew.

Ruth Mayer is a development and communications consultant in Charlotte, N.C.

© 2018 Charlotte Observer

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This self-proclaimed 'rednecKKK' never once bothered to seek this poor, traumatized womyn's consent; how is she supposed to revoke it exercise her perogative days, weeks, months, or even years after the fact if he didn't bother to seek it in the first place?

He mansplains to her the issue with her vehicle, repairs places restraining devices on her vehicle, identifies himself as a Nazi, and then has his son boysplain to her about the efficacy of his unauthorized assault on her vehicle, all without giving her the choice to revoke her consent when and how she pleases? Hello!!! It's 2018!!!!! #triggered #somanymicroandmarcoaggressions #icanteven


P.S.: This article just screams PTSD & internalized misogyny.

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Parody as a genre will become extinct if these people keep doing self-parody of this caliber.

This lady belongs in our People's anti-Trump hyperventilation chamber

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This poor woman is suffering from cognitive dissonance caused by glaring contradictions.

But, as Ayn Rand said, contradictions don't exist. If you see a contradiction, check your premises; at least one of them is got to be wrong.

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I wake up every morning reminding myself how awful Tr*mp is. I surround myself with reminders to hate and #resist, and I live, breathe, and eat hatred of our president, but somehow it won't go away - and it's Tr*mp's fault!

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Komissar al-Blogunov wrote:
I wake up every morning reminding myself how awful Tr*mp is. I surround myself with reminders to hate and #resist, and I live, breathe, and eat hatred of our president, but somehow it won't go away - [highlight=#ffff00]and it's Tr*mp's fault![/highlight]
... not to mention his basket of deplorables.

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Wow. People that angry and intolerant should not be raising children.

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Papa Kalashnikook wrote:Wow. People that angry and intolerant should not be raising children.
Stay tuned. I bet her daughter starts dating the redneck's son.

"A real man! How come mom never told me about this?"

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ImageSeriously! I cannot accept this isn't skillful parody. This woman is an utter fool. She has no business living in a free country. I keep asking these dolts, whenever I find them, what evil, fascistic, terrible thing has Trump done to anyone this year? None of them can formulate anything but a string of spittle laced buzzwords. People like this just infuriate me.

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Rikalonius wrote:ImageSeriously! I cannot accept this isn't skillful parody. This woman is an utter fool. She has no business living in a free country. I keep asking these dolts, whenever I find them, what evil, fascistic, terrible thing has Trump done to anyone this year? None of them can formulate anything but a string of spittle laced buzzwords. People like this just infuriate me.
Well said. I've seen disturbed nests of African Killer Bees less angry than this woman. She gets the James Hodgkinson Award for Best Mindless Anger Display.


 
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