Why My Non-American Relatives Love MAGA
It’s time for some early spring cleaning
I was only four years old when my family left the U.S. Virgin Islands to pursue the mainland American dream in Florida. Since then, I’ve been back just once, for my cousin’s wedding in 1994. I’m sure it was a beautiful ceremony, but I don’t recall much about the nuptials other than something the bride’s father, my uncle, said during his reception speech. He warned the local guests — particularly the ones prominent in business, as he was — not to allow White people to disrupt the Black heritage of the island of St. Thomas and infringe upon their Black success. The future of the predominantly Black island depended on it.
I recently thought about my uncle’s words while watching the Netflix documentary series Amend: The Fight for America, which featured decades-old newsreels of White political leaders and civilians pleading with their constituents and communities to uphold segregation. As they saw it, the future of their majority-White country depended on it. I’ve grown accustomed to sentiments of White supremacy — but until…
