Two anecdotes – one more on-point than the other:
A friend wanted me to meet his new girlfriend. Dinner at her house. Everything was great, the conversation was good. The new GF was a highly successful corporate attorney.
After a couple glasses of the grape, she went on and on about how her past boyfriends “always wanted me to move away with them … until they found out how much money I made.”
Beautiful, pricey house with an ocean view in an upscale coastal community in San Diego.
Then she began talking about how women who needed government assistance should probably just be temporarily sterilized (think: Norplant) until they can become self-reliant. She saw this as rather an ultimate act of kindness and charity and swore that it shored up her liberal creds.
I suggested that affordable, accessible, high-quality day care and jobs that paid a living wage were probably a more traditionally liberal position. She got indignant.
I mean indignant.
I mentioned that – while I was unaware of her history – the view from the ivory tower in which she now lived had become pretty skewed.
Friendship: nuked.
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A longtime, very close friend wanted me to meet his beloved (after I’d lived in another town for a while and come back ‘home.’
Dinner at our place. Wine.
His GF was telling my wife and me a story about a coastal condo where she had previously lived. She got word that an elderly resident had fallen in arrears on her HOA dues. GF hired an attorney to figure out how she could “take the house away from” the elderly woman in financial jeopardy. It was a coastal community and there was much money to be made if she could get her hands on the unit.
I asked a number of pointed questions, trying to be sure that I fully understood the situation and wasn’t misinterpreting.
Nope. I wasn’t.
I did NOT say anything at the dinner, but a week or so later, getting together with my old dear friend, I told him that I simply had to talk about the incident. It barely rang familiar to him, but … I was pretty shocked. This friend is (was?) one of the kindest, most thoughtful people I’ve known. I mentioned that he or I would have tried to help the elderly condo resident get current and keep her house. Never in a million years would we have shifted into avaricious and predatory mode.
Fast forward just a wee bit. Friendship: nuked.
I think I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut. As I said here recently:
- When people don’t ask my opinion, they really don’t want my opinion
- When people DO ask my opinion, they generally still don’t want my opinion
I admire the woman’s (in the OP) passion and commitment and I honor and acknowledge the potential existential threat that bigotry represents to her and others, but you have to pick your battles, know your audience, and choose your moments.
Nobody wants to keep inviting over the guy who’s always in a new multi-level marketing gig, and will NOT refrain from selling anybody and everybody he encounters. It gets old.
A fanatic is one who can’t change his mind and won’t change the subject.
– Winston Churchill.
I do NOT mean to castigate this woman. I just understand that – as legit as your issue is, as high as the stakes may be, as important as the cause can truly be – sometimes, ground is lost rather than gained.