There is a group of us who meet on Saturday mornings for breakfast. We are four white men; college educated professionals who know each other through a shared involvement and patronage of a community organization. Our group is comprised of one in their mid-thirties, two in their forties and me as the sole quinquagenarian of the group.
During our weekend morning meal encounters, I will usually try to steer clear from political conversations. However, more often than not, it seems our discussions do drift into politics. The thirty-something and one of the fortyish gentlemen identify as liberal and the other quadragenarian claims to be a Republican, yet he seemed to favor Hillary Clinton in the last election. All of them hate Donald Trump, so, this leaves me as the lone racist, fear-motivated, close-minded, privileged, conspiracy-oriented, and deplorably conservative Caucasian at our table.
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