The importance of (the right) family
Fathers Day dinner. Ugh! I’m so glad that’s over. My sister organised a joint Fathers Day dinner at her in-laws house in Annangrove. Annangrove, I learnt, voted over 90% Liberal, and their entire family felt utterly justified in expressing their rabidly right-wing views in the most savage, bigoted and ugly ways they could contrive. Some of my own family joined them in condemning the left-wing parties, everything they stood for and the people associated with them. Some even recounted gleefully how they’d verbally abused people handing out how-to-vote flyers for the Greens. I can only hope this display was evidence of a complete failure to consider that their guests may not share their political views. It did not seem to be directed at me. Nonetheless, I felt very uncomfortable and didn’t stay after dinner.
I think I’ll watch more closely now, what people say at left-wing functions. At the election night party, there was one woman who was rather strident in the expression of her views. That was one person among forty though, and in a place where she knew people agreed with her views, if not with the way she expressed them. Oh well, I guess compassion is predominantly a left-wing value, not a right-wing one.
I’m glad, I really am, that I married into Alexander’s family and not into one like Dan’s. Sharing the family after the divorce was more than I’d expected, but that’s the sort of people they are. I only wish mine were like that too. I think I’ll remember that if I ever consider a serious relationship again. The family is important.
Now I just have to figure what to do next. I really don’t want to sit through another airing of all that spite again. I don’t want to get into a name-calling match either. I’ve heard the quip about mud-wrestling a pig. Turn down invitations, perhaps? I could quietly complain to someone, say, my sister, but I don’t really want to declare my views when I’m not arguing them. I don’t want to argue my politics, just have a pleasant and polite family dinner.
It’s not easy being Green. Or an Afghan refugee. Modern people meet each other in totally new ways. In the past you’d know all about the family before accepting the first date.
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