Stories like those of Chadwick Morris are probably more widespread than people think but the public doesn’t hear too much about it. If a Republican is found to support a Democrat, it becomes front page news. Many RedState writers were part of the #NeverTrump movement and got more attention as a result. But when that situation is reversed, it’s usually relegated to back the back pages. Morris’s change, however, is different. He’s gay, and he lives in New York City. He’s a writer, and after being assigned by Out Magazine to do a profile on Milo Yiannopoulos, he knew it would be controversial, but didn’t expect the kind of backlash he received.
From The NY Post:
After the story posted online in the early hours of September 21, I woke up to more than 100 Twitter notifications on my iPhone. Trolls were calling me a Nazi, death threats rolled in and a joke photo that I posed for in a burka served as “proof” that I am an Islamophobe.
Most disconcertingly, it wasn’t just strangers voicing radical discontent. Personal friends of mine — men in their 60s who had been my longtime mentors — were coming at me. They wrote on Facebook that the story was “irresponsible” and “dangerous.” A dozen or so people unfriended me. A petition was circulated online, condemning the magazine and my article. All I had done was write a balanced story on an outspoken Trump supporter for a liberal, gay magazine, and now I was being attacked. I felt alienated and frightened.
I lay low for a week or so. Finally, I decided to go out to my local gay bar in Williamsburg, where I’ve been a regular for 11 years. I ordered a drink but nothing felt the same; half the place — people with whom I’d shared many laughs — seemed to be giving me the cold shoulder. Upon seeing me, a friend who normally greets me with a hug and kiss pivoted and turned away.
Frostiness spread far beyond the bar, too. My best friend, with whom I typically hung out multiple times per week, was suddenly perpetually unavailable. Finally, on Christmas Eve, he sent me a long text, calling me a monster, asking where my heart and soul went, and saying that all our other friends are laughing at me.
What comes next is key:
I realized that, for the first time in my adult life, I was outside of the liberal bubble and looking in. What I saw was ugly, lock step, incurious and mean-spirited.
That’s it in a nutshell. I have never come across more intolerant people than leftists. Note, I am not saying “liberals.” I have liberal friends who are open to different viewpoints which will challenge me and disagree with me but never impugn my motives, and I will not question theirs. I am talking about people who think screaming, “Shut up!” under the guise of calling people “racists,” “misogynists,” and other assorted slanders is their version of “debate.”
The best part of the article comes towards the end:
I’ve already told my family, and it’s brought me closer to my father. He’s a Republican and a farmer in Iowa, and for years we just didn’t have very much to talk about. But after Trump’s inauguration, we chatted for two hours, bonding over the ridiculousness of lefties. But we also got serious: He told me that he is proud of my writing, and I opened up about my personal life in a way I never had before to him.
Who knows what the future brings? Morris could certainly turn back. I’ve seen it with people who became Bush supporters after 9/11 and by 2008 could not wait to cast a vote for Barack Obama. These political changes sometimes have short life spans.
We’ll see. For now, it’s worthy to note again just intolerant, the people who scream about tolerance can really be.