I had my last conversation with my MAGA supporting cousin in November of 2020. Until that point, he had led me to believe he cared for my immigrant family enough that he wouldn’t cast a vote for a lying, treasonous xenophobe who had turned a call for violence into a campaign slogan.

But my cousin had been drinking and he let the truth slip out.

His final, slurred admission made me lose interest in anything he had to say. However, until that point, I’d been trying to understand his perspective.

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