Super Fox Sauce: Trump tax– the real reason it passed
“They are racists.” “It’s capitalist greed.” “Definitely uneducated.” These are just a few examples of what I hear daily from clients as they carelessly flip pages in Star Magazine. Usually, Kim Kardashian’s butt dimples are the highlight of those snarky comments, but now, clients are more inclined to chat about political issues. More importantly, the emotions behind the country that prides itself in civil liberties.
Now, many stylists follow a strict law of “conversation no-no’s.” These might include: relationship matters, health issues and, of course, politics. For the most part, I try to adhere to these guidelines; however, I find myself curious to hear clients discuss a topic that even they have decided is considered taboo.
Though I consider myself a liberal, I’ve always been willing to listen to the views of others. I think it’s the inner journalist in me. What’s even more challenging is explaining to friends and family why I won’t jump on the bandwagon to crucify conservatives. Do I believe in their economic views? No. Do we have the same personal values? Probably not. Do I believe in our leader’s comb-over? I won’t even go there. However, I do believe that every citizen has a right to voice their opinion–even if they hold a professional certificate in douchery.
I can already hear some of you reading this snorting in disgust and rolling your eyes like a teenager. Let’s just simma-down-now. Now that I’m older, wiser and wear my “big-girl” pants, I have also experienced health insurance hardship, bigoted comments toward my children and social programs slashed to accommodate corporate agendas. Most of the time, I don’t take action to improve our communities. I feel I am stuck in a social box. It’s labeled “lower middle-class with small capital gains.”
Does that make me apathetic? Anyone who knows me personally would not list the word “apathetic” to describe any attribute about me–unless it was a lima bean cook-off or something. There are many issues that bring out the fire in this derby girl, and it isn’t a snag in my fishnets. After reading numerous political articles referencing legislation toward gender identity, immigration and social reform, I noticed a repeated emotional pattern between many Americans: lack of empathy.
On the other end of the spectrum, I have also witnessed communities organize, march and protest–even form local politically active groups like Together We Will. These organizations ignite dialogue, give hope and discuss strategies to protect those who don’t have a voice. The bottom line: Americans are taking a more active role by speaking their truth, demanding their rights and calling their senators. Guess how many times I called my senator before Trump was elected? Not once. After? Twice.
So why aren’t we making those calls to our senators? Many people are only concerned or relate to things that affects them. They label things and even people as “good” or “bad.” They probably feel disconnected instead of curious toward people with different lifestyles. People who have never waited tables will probably not understand the importance of a tip. A person who has a supportive family will not grasp the loneliness of someone who prematurely lost their parents. A person who has been brainwashed to hate someone of color will not understand they are connected to that very person by the most important quality: human traits.
Let me paint a picture for you. A young, Mexican woman prays for the unforgiving heat to find pity on her as she finds refuge under a spidery shadow. Many Americans display disgust toward her effort and blame idiocy instead of compassion for a woman who risks her life crossing the Sonoran Desert. She should stay in her own country, right? Why should we pay for her medical bills or give away an American job to some illegal immigrant? This woman, young and without any opportunity to better herself financially, takes the ultimate risk. All the while, her three-year-old son who has just been diagnosed with cancer sits at home in pain wondering when his mommy will come home.
I know there are some people out there who will say, “Yeah, but she was born in Mexico, we can’t take care of everyone. Her country should pay for her kid’s medical bills!” For the “building the wall” supporters out there, I want to ask you a question: Would you cross an unforgiving desert in hopes of making extra income for your family? Even if it was illegal? What about use the “illegal” income to hire a specialist who can treat your child with cancer? That’s what I thought.