Louis W. for A.P.C. Spring/Summer 2013

Before Trumpism had its name, I felt its presence at the family dinner table. Growing up, my family was quick to 'other' individuals who didn't conform to their understanding of life. They made jokes that hinged on the diverse identities of many people in my life, like my friend Habtamu, who immigrated from Ethiopia, my boyfriend, Juan, and my great-aunt, who is a lesbian. When I stood up for them or felt upset, I earned the label "too sensitive." Someone always had to be the brunt of the joke, and it hurt me just as badly when it was anyone else as it did when it was me. Keep Reading →