There's more to dislike of Hilary Clinton than national allegiances. (c) Andrew Harnik AP/Press Association Images. All rights reserved.A few weeks ago, I made a startling discovery while at my parents’ house in Brooklyn. Having decided to make tea, I picked up a white mug I had never seen before. When I poured in the hot water, colors began to appear, and then, as if in some Harry Potter-like horror sequence, the word “Trump”, followed by the American flag, followed by the phrase “Make America Great Again” in red, white, and blue. I immediately confronted my father.
“Dad,” I said, holding the mug up as forensic evidence, “did you seriously buy a Disappearing Magic Color-Changing Trump Mug? Like, are you seriously voting for him or is this a novelty item, like your Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal collection?”
My father responded in Russian, saying yes he was voting for Trump. As a proud Russian-Jewish immigrant who had “made it” in America, he cherished his civic duty to vote. When I asked him to elaborate on why, he responded in his typical gruff-but-succinct way: “I hate Hillary. I HATE her,” he growled. “But… Trump’s an IDIOT.”
