Yeah, the seemingly slow drip of finding out people you thought were cool actually have these horrible opinions has been quite disappointing. Not even surprising in some cases- my dad's side of the family, who, long story short, I've really been trying to reconnect with in recent years, have only doubled (maybe even tripled) down on their support for Trump. A couple years ago while visiting for Christmas- no exaggeration, I wasn't two steps in the door, and my grandpa told me a joke that, while I forget the setup, the punchline included the N-word. I've never been more ashamed to have the genes that I do than in recent years, and that's saying something. I still get chain emails every other day from my grandpa spewing some horrible, awful stuff.
A few of my family members have sort of backed away from the whole thing- not outright denounced any of what's being said, but reading between the lines, it's clear they don't necessarily agree with a lot of what's being done. It's been sad to see- in some ways, it makes my job easier on knowing who to keep in my life and where to put my energy, but on the other hand, me being me, I'm always gonna feel the need to, not rescue them, per se, but try and find the hurt, neglected part beneath the hate, if that makes sense. While I don't doubt that a lot of MAGA folks are just overflowing garbage bags in a trench coat, I've seen that some of my family members really are good, caring people, all bias aside. Even though nowadays there's not a single get-together that doesn't devolve into politics and hatred, there really was a time when that wasn't the case, and the family just enjoyed being together.
It's a fine, fine line, don't get me wrong, and I could certainly be wrong about a couple of them, but surely not all of them, right? I was never an ignorant kid (and that's not even me tooting my own horn- I had to grow up and realize a lot of truths way too fast), so I feel like I tend to notice the intricacies better than most my age (or at least I did). I don't know if it's just me trying to rationalize things as more hopeful than they are or if there really is some truth to it. The truth is always somewhere in the middle, I guess.