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Monday, January 9, 2017

Wanted to share an experience from earlier today. This afternoon. I had a plumber over to my apartment to fix a clogged drain. He was a perfectly nice guy and a consummate professional

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But he was also a middle-aged white man with a
southern accent who seemed unperturbed by this week's news.
And while I had him in the apartment. I couldn't stop thinking
about whether he had voted for Trump. whether he knew my last
name Is Jewish. and how that knowledge might change the interaction we were havin inside my own home. I have no real
reason to believe he was a Trump supporter or an anti-Semite. but in my uncertainty I couldn't shake the sense of potential
dangen i was a rattled for some time after he left. I'm very privileged insofar as this sense of danger is unfamiliar to me. And I know I feel it much less acuter than a lot of other
people right now. I'm still a straight. white guy who can
phenotypically pass for gentile. Plus my first name Is pretty
WASP-y. But today was a reminder that ambiguous social interactions now feel unsafe and unpredictable in a way that they never did before. And even if Trump is gone in four years. I don‘t expect to ever reclaim that feeling of security. That's just one more thing you voted for. if you voted for him.

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