When are conservatives going to fight back against the violence of the left? It's glaringly obvious…
When are conservatives going to fight back against the violence of the left? It’s glaringly obvious that the radicals in the Democrat party are using tactics that put many people in fear of physical assault or damage to their property. This became clear during the Trump presidency when proud Americans were beaten up in public for wearing hats supporting him. Viral videos of hats being snatched from the heads of people in restaurants, in shopping malls, or just walking along a street became common.
Did we ever think the time would come when people wearing caps that read “Make America Great Again” would be subjected to vicious attacks? Contrarily, those who displayed support for Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama, Al Sharpton, and even Fidel Castro would have no fear of reprisal for wearing political apparel.
A few years ago, while attending a family reunion on Long Island, I was reminded of the potential for danger if I wore my red “MAGA” hat. We were gathered at a family member’s home in East Hampton, a well-known enclave of wealthy leftists. The family member, a conservative, was an anomaly in that ultra-liberal community. One afternoon, when we were preparing to take a walk along the well-manicured sidewalks of the exclusive shopping area of town, I asked if it would be out of place to wear my cap. Although it was unlikely that I’d be risking my life, I was cautioned about the looks I’d receive from the local gentry. Moreover, I was told there was always a chance that someone would do more than glance disapprovingly at my dauntlessness.
Just as I was about to abandon the idea in order to avoid controversy during such a happy, fun-filled weekend, two of my nephews spoke up. “Uncle Bob, if you want to wear the hat, just do it, because we’ll be walking alongside of you.” Allen and Louie, two of the biggest, toughest, most muscular guys you’d ever want on your side in a fight, were telling me they’d handle any nattering nabobs of negativism who might imperil my innocuous shopping spree. With a couple of black-belt karate achievers flanking me, I proudly strode through the center of town wearing a message seldom seen in that radical left stronghold.
