Moms, Don’t Throw Your Kids Out On The Street, It’s Politics, Not Actual War

A Houston mother is being investigated by child services after throwing her 7-year-old son out onto the street because he voted for Donald Trump in an elementary school mock election.

I have one thing to say to this mom: What the @#(! is wrong with you?

The video shows the mother’s reaction to learning her young son voted for president-elect Donald Trump in a mock election held at his elementary school.

“Since you voted for Trump, you can get your sh*t and get out. Uh uh, the suitcase is packed by the door.” the woman says at the beginning of the video.

In the video, she repeatedly tells her son to take his suitcase and get out of the house. The child is clearly terrified and crying, pleading with his mother to let him stay.

Once outside the home, the woman made the boy hold a sign saying, “My mom kicked me out because I voted for Donald Trump.” As he walks down the sidewalk, the woman says, “Bye, Donald Trump lover.”

I have a 7-year-old son. I know that he melts down over having to wear jeans he doesn’t like to school, or not getting the lunch he wants. And this mother is going to make her son carry a suitcase out the door and walk in the street with a sign “my mother threw me out because I voted for Trump.” Does she realize the lifetime memory she just dumped onto that child?

There’s a fairly short list of things I’d go so far as to call someone a “Bad Mother” for doing, that don’t actually cause injury to the kid; and that’s one of them. Ma’am, you’re a bad mother, and I hope the authorities endlessly hound you until you change your ways. I hope your neighbors look at you sideways and shun you on the streets.

Here’s a statistic from a Monmouth University poll: 9 percent of Hillary Clinton voters have hit the “unfriend” button on Facebook over this election. Only 6 percent of Trump voters have pulled the plug on their social media friends.

The New York Times published a compendium of opinions about the election from various opinion writers. Jennine Capó Crucet wrote “I have long tried to respect the personal histories that have compelled many Cubans to vote for Republican candidates. That ends now. There was too much at stake in this race — it feels as though my very rights as a woman of color living in a Trump-voting state are now critically in question.” Crucet rejected most of her own Nebraska neighbors, as well as her partner’s parents.

In my own family, there’s been heated discussion on Facebook about what kind of a president Trump will be. None of my relatives have unfriended me (that I know of), but I was against Trump. Now that I’m willing to give him a chance, many in the family disagree with that.

I’ve had friends stop interacting with me online, or ridicule things I’ve written because they don’t believe Ben Shapiro or Erick Erickson were really threatened by Trump-supporting thugs. They think that every instance of anti-Semitism or overt white on black racism is simply cooked up by liberals to inflame passions against Trump. Some of it undoubtedly is invented. But most of it is very real.

And a mother–even for a short time–threw her 7-year-old out on the street over an election in which he’s even too young to vote.

Either Donald Trump will be the greatest healer ever to inhabit the office of president in American history (Abraham Lincoln was assassinated and never got the chance), or I fear we’re headed over a precipice from which the prospects of recovery are vanishingly small. Yes, I understand it’s not an “either-or” scenario; there are a whole lot of outcomes in between Kumbaya and Martin Luther King’s dream, and outright race war. But the last eight years have done much to discourage me.

The events on the streets, online, and in homes across America in the last week are not helping me feel better. This is, after all, just politics, not war. People are dying in Syria, Iraq, and Afghanistan. Stop. Think. Then decide that those who you love are more important than who they voted for–or who you voted for. Then go hug your kids and tell them you love them, even if they voted for Trump (or Hillary).

About the author

Steve Berman

The old Steve cared about money, prestige, and power. Then Christ found me. All at once things changed. But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against these things!

I spent 30 years in business. Now I write and edit. But mostly I love. I have a wife and 2 kids and a dog and we live in a little house in central Georgia.

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