Column | I’m conservative, but don’t assume you know what I believe
Earlier this week, a producer from a Philadelphia television station called to inquire if I would like to come on and defend the separation of parents and children at the border. I politely replied, “No, thank you.”
I couldn’t figure out how, after everything that I had written on the topic, they could ask me to publicly advocate for a draconian policy. Had the producer invited me to argue the other side of the controversy, I would have called it harsh and un-American.
And then it dawned on me.
This producer knew that Christine Flowers is a conservative, and so to the average observer, she must be the kind of person who thinks it’s acceptable to separate toddlers from their parents and house them in a refabricated Walmart. Conservatives aren’t supposed to care about crying babies like the ones on that ProPublica recording. They only worry about keeping kids – white, American ones – from being aborted.
I can’t blame the producer for making the assumption that I must support the administration’s zero-tolerance policy because I’m a right-wing pundit and for wanting to use me as one-half of a juicy morning skirmish. After all, discussions of various views on important issues – even when they’re loud and contentious and ratings-driving – is how we figure out how we feel about what’s happening in the world.
Still, it troubled me to think that after all I have written on the subject of immigration, angering my alleged “base” and causing one reader to call me an “ISIS-loving liberal,” someone would ask me to argue in favor of closed borders and hypothetical walls paid by someone else.
I was bothered, because this one small issue of a mistaken invite exemplifies an issue that is so much bigger.
In these times, we’ve become all too accustomed to shoving people into philosophical ghettos, assigning them values and opinions based upon what we think they believe because of their political labels. Conservatives have a reputation for being anti-immigration, antiabortion, homophobic, narrow-minded, affluent, white, and blinded by religion. If I had a dime for every time someone wrote to tell me I hated “gays” because my church had me brainwashed, I’d be able to buy a lifetime’s worth of wedding cakes for that same-sex couple in Colorado.
Liberals, on the other hand, are supposed to support open borders, be accepting of all sexual identities and the pronouns that come with them - fiercely tolerant, financially struggling, multi-ethnic, and atheistic. Oh yes, and as mentioned earlier, they also love ISIS and hate our country.
It is maddening to think that in America, a country built on freedom of all kinds, we constrain people by these political labels that are not one-size-fits-all.
One of my favorite Facebook friends is a liberal who has regularly contributed to the Huffington Post and strongly criticized President Bush’s handling of the war on terror. And when he wasn’t writing powerful essays about the mistakes we made in Iraq, he was serving there in combat. Yes, my friend is a proud veteran of the U.S. Army, a man who loves this country and used his experience and his conviction to try to make it a better place for his daughter.
Human beings are complicated. We don’t fit into a single mold. But the increasingly toxic political environment forces us to take sides because the middle ground where problems are generally solved no longer exists. It’s as if we were standing along either side of the San Andreas Fault, and if we moved too close to the center we would fall into the breach and be swallowed up. So we gravitate toward the safe confines of our extreme fellow travelers. And we lose touch with our humanity.
I’m a conservative woman who happens to think that the policy of ripping children from their parents’ arms is cruel. I’m an immigration lawyer who applauds President Trump for trying to fix the problem with his executive order.
And I’m not the kind of person who can be defined by only a one-word label. Neither, I hope, are you.