Do You Still Talk to Grandma? When the Problematic People in Our Lives Are the Ones We Love by Brit Barron (2024)
xxi+135-page Kindle Ebook story pages xi-129
Genre: Nonfiction, Self-Help, Family and Relationships
Featuring: Covid-19, Divorced Parents, Adult Child, Church, Disappointment, Religion - Christianity, Rachel Hollis, Homosexuality, Social Media, Anti-Racism, Moving Beyond Heroes and Villains, Internet Brain, Cognitive Closure, Forgetting Progressive Amnesia, Whatever You Do, Don’t Get Canceled, The Lost Art of Making Mistakes, Accountability, Not Annihilation, Boundaries to the Rescue, Charting a Way Forward, Footnotes, Author's Links
Rating as a movie: PG-13
Memorable Quotes: It was intense. Overwhelmingly, I was being pressured to make a public statement saying that what Rachel did was bad and, more specifically, that it was racist. “We need to know where you stand.” That’s what a lot of people were telling me, which was sort of funny. I thought, You want to know where I stand on what? On racism? I have literally spent a career creating conversations and content around understanding racism and developing an antiracist mindset. I have tons of content readily available on the Internet that would tell anyone who’s interested exactly where I stand on racism. What people were demanding of me felt like something else—it felt as if they were saying, “All of us are against this person now, and if you don’t join us, you are not radical enough.” I even had friends whom I hadn’t spoken to since college text me with questions like, “What do you think about your friend Rachel?” It was rude. And yet, what was I supposed to think of my friend Rachel? Now, in addition to the questions I’d already been working through because of my parents, about love and disappointment and change and expectations, I was being confronted by another pressing question: Do I have a responsibility to any of these strangers on the internet claiming to have all the right answers for me and demanding that I take action? Of course I felt profoundly disappointed to see Rachel say and write what she did, but I was also not naïve enough to believe that white people in America who started an antiracism journey in 2020 had become fully formed antiracists by 2021. There were two things that I felt confident in: I did not need to come to Rachel’s rescue, and I did not need to throw her under the bus. Living with the whole truth often means living with two contradictory truths at the same time—love and disappointment, friendship and letdown, needing neither to save nor to condemn.
I remember sitting around a table of friends when someone mentioned that their grandma voted for Trump, and after a loud gasp, someone else asked her, “Do you still talk to her?” She looked at that person with confusion, remained composed, and finally responded, “My nana? Yes, I still talk to her.”
And beyond practical skills, the church and my faith gave me a sense of comfort and security in the world. Believing that there is a God who is for me and loves me is an incredibly helpful framework—and yet that the same God was somehow obsessed with my virginity was weird. What was I to do with these competing realities? Could more than one thing be true at the same time? Could I stand against the patriarchy, white supremacy, and general nonsense of evangelicalism but also find wisdom and goodness in the Christian tradition? Can I grieve my time at an evangelical university that gave me equal parts trauma and financial debt while also deeply cherishing the friendships that I made there? I made it my mission to try to have both, to hold both, to keep my faith, and to fight against the abuse of power that caused me pain.
I was like, What? No, you’re the cool, progressive guy; you don’t get to say something good about the thing we all hate. I was confused and also maybe a little mad. Why do you get to acknowledge anything good?
Reality often comes in degrees, not binary poles. The world is not black and white, and neither are we. But that is complicated, that is hard, that is messy, and to be honest, that truth is not really as comforting. Perhaps the most enticing part of binary thinking is that it creates a world in which we could be right. We can eat, sleep, and breathe on the “right” side of the line, we can be continually and eternally good, we can have the right theology, the right ideology, the right parenting method, the right language, the right kind of activism, the right everything so that we will only ever land on the side of the hero and never the villain.
We have gotten into the dangerous habit of pressuring people to align with whatever “back of the book” answers their specific group holds. “Oh, you’re an evangelical? These are your answers. And you over there, you’re a liberal progressive? Here are your answers.” I have witnessed and also participated in this trend, sharing “answers’’ that I don’t understand or know anything about because I feared that not doing so would put me outside of the group I had found a home with. Back to our desire for external authorities: Maybe I don’t need to find my own equations or do my own work—I can just repost Glennon Doyle because she has the answers! But allowing a tweet from a stranger to serve as the “right answer” is not our best bet at true evolution, true growth, true human community. Our best answers are in the hard and nuanced work we do, and these answers are not one size fits all.
I am a queer Black woman in America, and I say all of this because it is a hard thing to be, and I hate this country for that.
I hate this country; I love this country. The two do not cancel each other out: They exist together, they dance with each other, and on different days one will dominate the other. My job is not to reconcile these two realities, or to force a contrived equality between them. All that I can do is allow them both to exist. The grief is there, the hope is there, and so are the anger and sadness, and the joy and pride. It is all there, all at once, and all I can do is hold all of it. And I want to keep all of it. I get to keep all of it. There is not one right way for me to think about America, nor is there one answer for how I should respond to what happens in America. The joy does not cancel out the pain; the grief does not cancel out the hope.
This man’s experience is a startling reminder of our need and desire for community and human connection. He was willing to ignore evidence and to adopt a set of beliefs if it meant he could be connected to other human beings. I guarantee you that he is not the first and that he won’t be the last person to sacrifice truth in order to belong.
Social media is a flat (and flattening) space that gives you basic information about where things are, but it cannot tell you anything about what they feel like, how they move and curve. The internet is two-dimensional, while real life is three-dimensional. But we have begun to interact with people as though they are two-dimensional. We tweet things like “If they don’t understand you, they don’t deserve you,” and we repost things like “If your mom isn’t in therapy, cut her off.” Comment sections are full of statements like “I am a random woman in Kentucky, and I’m here to hold you accountable.”
If you had asked me in 2004 who my heroes were, who I was inspired by, and who I wanted to be like, I would have said, without hesitation, Dave Chappelle and Kanye West.
A lot has changed since 2004. Those two men no longer stand at the top of my heroes list, and to be honest, I’ve been appalled by Ye’s antisemitic, anti-Black rhetoric and Chappelle’s anti-trans comedy. It is not just that I grew out of my fangirl stage; it was that I felt mortified that I was ever in it.
One day a friend at school asked me if I knew who they were, and I admitted I did not. I still remember the scolding laughter in his voice: “You don’t know who Blink-182 is?” After that, I asked around, got some information from my neighborhood friends, and at a grocery store found a People magazine with an article about Blink-182. I was with my mom, who wasn’t going to buy the magazine for me, so I quickly consumed as much information as I could before the groceries were bagged. Armed with literally the least amount of information possible, I was a little more prepared for the next time I might be questioned about this band. And the very next day I overheard someone talking about how much they loved Blink-182, and another girl asked, “Who is Blink-182?” There it was, my time to shine. Before I could even blink (pun intended), I shamed her with the same scolding laugh I was subjected to just the day before: “Oh my God, you don’t know who Blink-182 is?” I could see the embarrassment in her face, the same I had felt, but now here I was, standing on my high horse—a horse of three skimmed pages of a People magazine. Welcome to progressive amnesia.
I started seeing lots of white women on the internet going full WWE Smackdown in comments sections, calling out the racism of other white women when a very quick glance at their own profiles revealed that they had only joined this conversation two weeks earlier. And listen, I’m not saying you can’t call out racism, but when you have the equivalent amount of information that I had after a forty-five-second speed-read of a People magazine, maybe you can get off your high horse and invite people into the same conversation you just joined yesterday. Did these women on the internet not remember the three weeks prior when they didn’t even know racism was an issue? But now they were in the comment sections living out their full social justice warrior fantasy. Again, I am not saying that our connection to ourselves and to our mistakes takes us out of the work, but I hope that it can change our approach to the work. What would it have looked like if, instead of sending that girl who asked about Blink-182 into the same shame storm I had been through, I had said, “Oh girl, don’t trip. I just found out who they were yesterday—it’s a band.” Would that have been so hard? Would that have been any less “effective”? Why didn’t I just do that? Why didn’t more people on social media say things like “Hey, I actually just found out yesterday that the language I used for a long time is no longer appropriate. Let me know if you want the reading list that helped me get there”? One driver of progressive amnesia is our desire to bypass our own feelings. It allows us to outsource our emotional labor to strangers on the internet. It provides us instant, although not lasting, relief from the discomfort that comes with admitting to having supported something that you now realize was harmful or corrupt. Rather than sitting with the truth of your own history, it’s easier to project judgment onto the faceless people of the internet. James Baldwin puts it this way: “I imagine that one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with pain.”
I do not represent all Black people. I do not think all Black people need to or even should feel the same way as me, but when I look at my history and my experience and my current life, that is a way for me to engage in the work; it’s a path that makes sense for what I have and where I am. It would be outrageous for me to say, “This is the way I am doing it, so everyone needs to do it this way,” and it would also be unreasonable for me to say, “There’s someone who says this isn’t their way, so I should stop.” Our life experiences are not universal, so stop trying to make them so. You cannot boil everything down to a tweet, and your work will not look exactly like your neighbor’s. Maybe if we spent a little less time critiquing and more time moving, we could create some beautiful change in a world that so desperately needs it. My way is not the right way; it’s just right for me, and also, it may change, and that’s OK too. All I know is that I can’t and won’t do nothing. Everyone doesn’t have to agree with me, act like me, think like me, or move like me, but I do believe that other people and I are working toward the same goal, and it will take all of us doing what we can from where we are to get there.
My rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️½🌐🤔🫂
My thoughts: This was very thoughtful; there were a lot of political views, but I think that's the point of the story, navigating your beliefs and boundaries alongside others.
Recommend to others: Likely, this definitely isn't for everyone, but several good points should work for just about everyone no matter what side of the fence you're on.