I remember the year I actually started thinking, wondering and talking about politics. It was 2016 my first year as a freshman and everyone was going absolutely ballistic because trump had run for president. My 14 year old self really didn’t know what to think, all I thought was “trump bad” first woman president “good” because that’s what all my peers were saying and being the natural submissive follower I WAS started to think so too.
It wasn’t until one day after church that I started to think differently. Church had just got out people decided to come to my house to chill and just talk, It was near the end of December and elections were soon to come so obviously the subject of who they were voting for came up. My aunt said some not so nice things about trump and my mom had said “That’s what the media tells you, but what people don’t seem to understand is that trump is indeed FOR black people and a lot of blacks think so” her exact words. My dad along with my older brother agreed with her. That information left me flabbergasted (<< I’ve never used that word before).
I went to go do some research on trump and Hillary, turns out I agreed with most of the things trump said and stood for, as for Hillary I grew skeptical because people somehow always died being involved with or being against the Clintons.
Time went by my brother slowly introduced to the new and logical world of “The right”. He told me the truth about third wave feminism, exposed to me that democrats were the ones that wanted slavery, started the kkk etc. he also introduced me to "Red pill", Ben shapiro and Milo yiannopoulos. Months down the line I was no longer a feminist, no longer pro #BlackLivesMatter (<< That changed), no longer pro-choice, and overall no long a liberal.
I felt so knowlegable, and full of information. I was content, but that slowly changed when I realized just how divided America truly was. (part 2 coming soon)