Keeping religion and politics at the dinner table
“Hey Jesse, what do you think about Trump?” Always looking to stir the pot, my grandpa stared down my future brother-in-law, looking to make this Thanksgiving a bit more lively. The dining room table was a perfect physical manifestation of the political spectrum. Down on the left-hand side sat my step sister, her fiancé, my cousin, and her husband; then the more moderate-leaning individuals, including my brother and his girlfriend, sat in a central area of the table; and finally on the right-hand wing of the table sat my grandparents, my mom, step dad, dad, and step mom. My parents are by no means overly conservative, but compared to my sister and cousin, who are radically liberal, there seemed to be an extreme divide.