Explaining To Lori

I MET YOU on a whim, forty years ago, through your brother, my buddy. You were twenty, I, twenty five. you were engaged to be married, and after your marriage, as you and your new husband settled into your new apartment, you began to call me, nearly everyday. Your beauty was irresistible. Nearly every day, the invitation to join you for supper. I wondered why,but it was a gift horse i dared not examine too closely. Your husband and I got along very well, as he sat across the room in front of the television, and you and I sat, thighs pressed against each other's, snuggling on the couch, my arm around your shoulders. It all seemed strange, and heavenly, to me, so I asked no questions. Your frequent racist comments I let pass. I cringed at the United negro College Fund commercials, when the sad young black face would fill the screen, imploring understanding, and your comments would begin, acid rejections, its not worth it to send you to school. You married several times, looking for the stairway to wealth and social status, and, perhaps, to heaven. We went our separate ways. Then came the internet, nearly forty years later, and Facebook, and we met again, you from your mansion in the mountains, I, from my college town modest home, and teaching job. Its so very easy to become friends on Facebook, no commitment nor connection needed; the push of a button will do. we never really talked. I was there to promote my website, and to distribute material urging people to despise Trump as I did; I don't know why you were on Facebook, don't know why you bothered, you seemed interested only in showing the world images of your six car garage, and kitchen fir for a king. I always knew you would want to do that. My anti-Trump posts must have made their way to your timeline, you must have seen them, and they must have angered you. I would figure you for a trump supporter; rich, white, a former racist, who probably renounces racism now, overtly, but clings to it overtly, like Trump supporters so. Yes, I suppose you must be a Trump supporter, and that's why you unfriended me, the very day after I messaged you what a wonderful you had been, forty years before, and you seemed to recoil in fear and shame.As good a way to end our second attempt at friendship as any, I suppose, you, the trump supporter and "former" racist who hates liberals, I, the liberal who hates Trump and former racists.