TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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One of my FB friends, an ex-marine and rodeo rider, will habitually post inflammatory or factually incorrect rightwing memes. I am reminded of J, who sat next to me in 12th grade English, a shy and quiet white boy with dark eyes and a hesitant manner. We reconnected through FB, in a facile way. At first he posted, if ever, photos of his growing family and wrote of hikes through the scrub country of my hometown. Then he started posting memes about "tradition", patriotism, and Christian values, stuff I had spent my 20s critiquing. Finally he would post memes featuring fascist imagery and quotes from fascist thinkers and politicians denouncing democracy and capitalism, i.e. liberalism.* Eventually, J "defriended" me: as the American-born daughter of Cambodian refugees living as a migrant in another country, I was probably too messy to keep as a friend, reminding him of other viable ways of being and thinking.