While I appreciate having friends with different points-of-view, or even
different politics [ā¦] I will not be friends with people who
want my daughter dead. I will not be friends with people who want, or even
tolerate, my neighbors being kidnapped. I will not be friends with people who
believe some of us are somehow entitled to more rights than others. And I will
not be friends with people who believe if we keep our heads down, as others
around us suffer, weāll save ourselves.
Personally, if Iām having a gathering in my home I want my friends to feel
welcome. Not just by me, but by everyone else there. And I need my friends to
know that me, my guests, and my house are a safe place. Not just for this
particular event, but always.
Think of it this way: if you invite someone from a marginalized community into
your home and they ask if thereās going to be someone there that wants them
dead, or doesnāt feel like theyāre entitled to full personhood, and you tell
them that youāre having a separate party for those folks the next night, how do
you think that person would feel? You canāt claim to care about someone while
also caring for the people who would bring them harm. You really donāt care
about your friend in that situation. Youāve made a decision that speaks more to
your standing in the social order than their safety. And thatās fucked up.
A timely reminder for Thanksgiving. Iām thankful I donāt have to deal with
much of this mess with what remains of my own family.