“Backward(s) to Boston” paints a grudging acceptance of others the author usually skewers repeatedly – either directly, or with snarky implication.
“Though it is hard for me to admit, not everyone who voted for Donald Trump is backward (or is it backwards?),” wrote Beem to finish his piece.
Wow, Beem survived a journey with followers from the opposing camp!
Certainly not a ringing endorsement of right-wingers, it appears to have pained Beem to be the recipient of courtesy, kindness and plain good manners from these strangers carefully shepherding him to the correct train platform in Boston’s North Station.
What struck me is how intolerant my acquaintances from the left-leaning, supposedly inclusive side of our political spectrum can be. I felt this in Beem’s piece within the author’s surprise. How can these “misguided, but well-meaning” persons have offered Beem their kindness? This flies in the face of his personal, oft repeated adjectives peppering his musings about all things conservative.
When I looked at the campaign crowds drawn to President Trump I saw Americans of all ages, colors, religions and social statures. I remember enthusiasm for the political process. I saw solid citizens acting responsibly as the election process unfolded.
To me the Democratic camp, with noticeably smaller crowds portrayed disruption, anger, distrust, disbelief and some hatred. I saw a decided emphasis on singular campaign issues as if each person’s one main complaint was all that mattered.
Supposedly, real tolerance and acceptance are tenets of the progressive movement, but Beem is forced to accept gracious care from a conservative faction. Once upon a time this would have been just a couple of Mainers helping a fellow traveler.
The courtesy was accepted gratefully, but with a puzzled tone in the recap. Did Beem actually expect otherwise? Should that surprise me as well?
That was the message I took from Beem’s last sentence.