Some days ago, I was talking to a coworker I will call Ken. Ken is Chinese American, though that doesn’t matter, not to me anyway. Up until now, I had assumed we were friends. Despite hailing from conservative Oklahoma, Ken leans hard to the left politically. I didn’t know just how much, until I inadvertently stumbled across his trip wire.
Talking politics is like tiptoeing through a mine field. Somehow our conversation turned political, a subject I’ve always been told one should avoid, assiduously. I don’t remember exactly how, but Trump reared his ugly, balding head in the conversation.