Feminist Gets Red-Pilled by Benevolent Redneck Outside the Women’s March
A funny thing happened on the ride home from the D.C. Women’s March.
Ruth Mayer, a long-time Trump hater, had some car trouble. Stranded, emotional, and fresh out of ideas, the liberal blogger was rescued by a redneck guardian angle.
Since the 2016 election, this SJW had more than a year’s worth of hatred for half the country. Mayer wrote in the Charlotte Observer, “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.’ My husband and I, while reading the latest Trump news, routinely turn to each other and mutter, ‘I just hate him so much.’ The constancy of my outrage has been exhausting, yet I have not yet found a way to quell it –”
The North Carolina native attended 2018 Women’s March in D.C., which saw much lower number’s than last year, to seek the commiseration of “like-minded people.”
On the way home in her Prius, she writes, she experienced car trouble. As the car limped into a gas station, a man in overalls kindly extended a helping hand and zip-tied her problems away without judgment. Mayer was in awe, “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.”
The good Samaritan assured her, “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.”
Then a belated Christmas miracle happened. One liberal’s small heart grew three sizes that day. She realized Trump supporters might be human after all.
“I don’t know his politics, but 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).”
After judging who the stranger may have voted for based on his appearance, Mayer tried to understand these feelings that swirled around inside her. She tried to divorce herself from the fundamental human decency she perhaps had been lacking, telling her readers “[Trump] 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.”
The liberal woman reminds her neighbors she “represented the best impulses of America” and even has “a progressive dinner during Christmas,” but this lone redneck used his actions to remind her she may be missing some things in her narrow prospective.
Mayer wrote, “the experience with the man at the side of the road felt humbling.” She seemed to realized her cruelty in the form of screeching along with other malcontents may not be the answer she was looking for.
“How do we hold onto the fire and the outrage that fuels our resistance to all of the cruelty that Trump is unleashing, but also embrace the world with more love? I wish I knew the answer.”
One demoralized liberal questioning how she treats her neighbors on behalf on her political agenda is surely worth two in the bush.
Perhaps more people like Mayer will “come to Jesus” and realize the people they scream at, get fired, and mislabel “fascist” are the ones they’re going to need when their Prius dies on the ride home.
Also, have zip ties.
Pawl Bazile is a journalist and the Production Director for Proud Boy Magazine. Follow him on Twitter @PawlBazile
Feature image: Ruth Mayer via The Charlotte Observer
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