They rarely do. When does someone like me begin thinking in terms of ‘us’ and ‘they?’ When millions of White Americans vote in a Trump. When one of my best white friends unashamedly applauds Trumpian atrocity and looks askance at me. When I’m afraid to drive alone on Skyline Drive in Shenandoah. Or stop at a rest area far away from a big city. It’s beyond tragic. The unveiling of the face of white supremacy.