Here's What Happened When I Decided to Wear my MAGA Hat in Public
Author's note: Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
It seems that the media and the left are working hard to paint anyone who voted for Trump as a racist Nazi. It is so bad that multiple reports of people being attacked for wearing Trump's trademark red cap around town are in the news daily. Being me, I had to test it out. I have a long history of wearing political gear. I owned a "Sore/Loserman" shirt after Gore and Lieberman lost to Bush and I wore it several times around Chicago and no one ever said a word to me. Add to that a Rush Limbaugh T-shirt, several Bush shirts, and a Sarah Palin button I've worn in deep blue Cook County. I can't remember anyone ever making a comment or feeling intimidated to wear them.
I went on a writers' retreat with three other like-minded gals recently, two of whom owned MAGA hats. My friend Natasha has a double strike against her (for being both Russian and a Trump fan. One can only imagine the autistic screeching we would encounter if she was overheard speaking in her Russian accent while wearing the hat). This was too good an outcome to resist and so Natasha chose to be one of the hat-wearers and I borrowed my friend Gianna's (double strike for me too for being blonde). The third, Olive, said she couldn't be associated with this experiment in any way and would pretend not to be with either of us if anything happened because her husband has a public job. She would, however, film from a distance while exclaiming loudly "Who are those unfortunate people?" and call 911 if necessary.
We were in a small tourist town in the Poconos in Pennsylvania. I didn't expect it to be overrun by Antifa and I made the bet that nothing would happen and Olive's nervousness would be for naught. Natasha seemed hopeful that someone would say something so we could deliver our chosen comebacks. She had planned on giving the okay sign while I decided on, "Do you know Jesus?" If it's gonna get awkward, might as well go all the way, I say.
I will admit I've never been nervous to wear a political item, especially not one that says something as innocuous as "Make America Great Again." Of all things, this doesn't seem like a sentiment that should upset Americans who are accustomed to standing in line behind shirts depicting lizards in various stages of copulation. After all, for eight years I put up with Obama stickers everywhere. Never in all eight years did I ever berate some stranger for having an Obama sticker or for wearing Obama gear. That would be bad manners.