IT WAS SHORTLY after Donald Trump took office that the father of one of my son’s taekwondo classmates approached me in our small, reliably Republican Arizona town to chat about the new White House resident.
“I’m actually a Democrat,” he whispered conspiratorially. “I don’t talk much about that here.”
Soon thereafter, another friend confided that the leftier-than-thou neighbors in her Chicago suburb also had her watching what she said.
“I’m surrounded by liberals and progressives until I drive a few miles west or south,” she told me.
Both feel besieged but were comfortable turning to me because I don’t share in our age’s deep tribal divisions along political and cultural lines. The two leading factions of American politics can’t stop fighting each other. But if anybody can keep the peace, it may be those of us who can’t abide joining either camp.
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