A friend of mine commented on Facebook the other day that he noticed a few people had unfriended him because of a political post he had shared.
I missed the post — I am trying to stay off Facebook for the most part lately — but found it sad someone unfriended him over his opinion.
Now, granted, years ago before we had social media, we didn’t discuss politics among friends or family because we knew not everyone shared the same views.
Back then, we didn’t feel the need to share every thought that came in our head at every given moment.
In today’s digitally driven world, we declare our views every three seconds and state, “My wall, my page — if you don’t like it, you know where the unfriend button is.”
That is not what this friend did at all; if anything, he probably shared something showing his patriotic beliefs and someone took great umbrage with it.
It’s sad because regardless of what political party we tend to align with, we are all Americans. We’re all members of the human race. We all have to get along. We have to work together, live together in our communities, and find ways to make things better here at home.
Granny would have never stood for this nonsense.
She always said as much as some people irritated her, she didn’t give up on them because of their opinions.
“Opinions are just like a certain body part,” she would say, “everyone’s got ’em and needs to keep ’em to themselves.”
But here lately, our differing opinions are driving us apart.
If I unfriended everyone I disagreed with, I would have no friends left, except maybe the account a friend set up for her dog.
Even then, he doesn’t seem to be too cat friendly and well, I am a crazy cat lady.
I was discussing all of this new-found discord with Mama the other day and she found it downright bizarre.
“Takes everyone working together to make the world go ‘round,” she said simply. “My best friend was on the totally opposite side of me politically. It didn’t matter. We were friends.”
“How did y’all not fight about politics?” I asked.
“We didn’t discuss it. I knew what party she voted, and she knew the one I voted,” Mama explained. “We talked about our kids, what y’all were doing, what we were going to get for dinner at work.”
In other words, they focused on the things that brought them together and made them friends; not the things that would tear them apart.
I know I have let a lot of the political hoopla get to me over the recent years. It used to not bother me and was something I just politely declined to participate in.
But it is hard to avoid now. Everywhere we look, we are being forced to have an opinion and to pick a side.
Being passionate about your beliefs and knowing where you stand is important and probably as American as apple pie.
However, alienating someone because they have a different opinion than you is just wrong.
I thought about the person that was unfriended.
The father of one of my dearest friends for more than 15 years.
And, no matter our different opinions on things, I remembered the kindness he extended us some 14 years ago that stays with me. An offer that we didn’t have to accept but it was graciously offered and appreciated.
He didn’t ask who we were voting for, he didn’t ask our opinions on matters that now seem to cause deep division among friends and family.
He just knew people he cared about may be in a predicament where he could offer some grace and compassion.
It hurt my heart to think someone had unfriended him on some silly social media platform because he shared something that he agreed with.
We used to seek to understand why someone liked something we didn’t. When my child was 4 if I had told him I didn’t like something he did, he would seek to understand. Why didn’t I like it? What, if anything, did I like about it?
He wouldn’t call me names and cut me out of his life.
But that’s how we handle things now. We want to shut out those who disagree with us even slightly.
And it only promises to get worse.
“People are really going to be fussing and fighting and slinging mud,” Mama warned as we talked about the coming months.
“With the midterms?”
“No,” she said. “College football.”
And that should be what we really argue about.
Sudie Crouch is an award winning humor columnist and author of the recently e-published novel, “The Dahlman Files: A Tony Dahlman Paranormal Mystery.”