Back when we lived in what my husband disparagingly referred to as the “People’s Republic of Santa Monica,” I was in my political comfort zone. The Los Angeles area has long been known as a bastion of liberalism, and California as a rule goes blue in presidential contests. I was surrounded, for the most part, by like-minded people. So although my husband and I sparred on political issues, I was a relatively lazy liberal.
Moving to a conservative town west of Chicago, I soon learned that my liberal outlook was not the norm. I had grown up nearby, so I wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with the generally Republican voting habits in the area. But I had been young and relatively uninterested in political goings-on. Now I was confronted with yard signs supporting Republican candidates and social conversations dominated by an assumed shared conservatism. I became a sort of stealth Democrat.
Over time, I developed the ability to disagree (usually politely) with friends and acquaintances on political matters. I found a few closet liberals here and there with which to share my disgruntlement about the Bush (and now Trump) administration. I even cheered loudly during the Fourth of July parade when the little ragtag band of Democrats marched by.
It’s not all bad living in an opposing political climate. Being in the minority, I find that I am more thorough and thoughtful in defense of my beliefs. Studies have shown that people who are surrounded by like-minded friends become more extreme and strident in their opinions. I, on the other hand, try to moderate the way I express my political opinions out of respect for my friends and acquaintances. It’s also instructive to learn about what others believe and why.
In our current political climate, people can feed themselves a steady diet of news and commentary that nourishes their already established beliefs. Unfortunately, Marc Zuckerberg and the folks at Facebook have made it even easier to insulate ourselves from opposing viewpoints. I find that my friendships with people on the opposite side of the political spectrum give me a more balanced perspective and the knowledge that, whatever our differences, there are decent American citizens on both sides of the aisle.
Being blue in a red community? Well, maybe it makes me a lovely shade of purple.