
We grew up together. We went to school and church together. We partied together in college, and backpacked through Europe together. We took family vacations together; and we attended the birthday parties, graduation parties, and eventually the weddings, of one another’s children. We grieved with one another when people we loved died, and we celebrated the arrival of grandchildren. And all of this, we did together!
So of course I thought I knew you! I thought you were kind, caring, and compassionate. We didn’t always agree – at least not on everything – but I still respected you, and I thought you were a person of character and integrity. I assumed we had, not the same, but at least similar morals and values. But most of all, I presumed that when it came to the basics, like standing up for others, or condemning things like lying, cheating, and breaking the law . . . well . . . I thought that surely we were on the same page.
Unfortunately, over the past 9 years, you’ve shown me how wrong I was! Our being together actually taught me very little about you: for you somehow managed to hide your true self, and I was apparently too naïve to see the real you! All those long talks on the beach and on the golf course, all the laughter over long dinners, and all the sharing of our deepest thoughts and dreams – they were all a great charade! You basically lied to me. You pretended to be someone you are not. And you led me to believe that we had more in common than we actually did!
But I’ll not put all the blame on you – I’ll own the charade as well. I didn’t see what I didn’t want to see. And so I was willing to overlook, excuse, and ignore the warning signs: signs that gave me glimpses of a heart that frightened me, even repelled me. I remember that time you mocked President Obama with your friends, and when you said things about people of color that played into stereotypes and perpetuated racist thinking. And each time, I said nothing! I remember when I first noticed our privilege, and when you failed to understand how that privilege biased and blinded us to the sins of our nation and culture; and again, I said nothing. I remember when you said things that sounded very spiritual, but that lacked the love that we both claimed to be at the very heart of God; and once again, I said nothing.
Looking back, too often, I said nothing. Because I didn’t want to break the relationship. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings and lose your friendship. I didn’t want to come across as arrogant, or ‘holier than thou’! And so I kept my mouth shut and said nothing! And as you continued to wear your mask, I continued to wear mine. I pretended to agree with all that you said and did, and made believe that we were of the same tribe. I convinced myself that when push came to shove, we were on the same page.
But you are not my tribe, and we are not on the same page! And as a result, I’m walking away. I’m sorry, but clearly, I misjudged you! I will never forget, and will likely even treasure, many of our memories. I will always remember your laughter, the things that got you excited, the songs that made you cry. I will never stop loving you. But sadly there are no more memories to be made. There will be no more game nights, no more pool parties, no more dinners out or nights at the movies. And it’s all because I misjudged you. I see that now.
And when I stop and really think about it, the misjudgment was not so much about our differing belief systems, significant though they may be. Rather, I misjudged the company you keep. I misjudged the people you like to spend time with. I thought I was like them, or perhaps I just wanted to be like them. But I’m not. I’m not like them at all. Your tribe, is not my tribe! And if I’m honest, I don’t like the way your tribe talks, acts, or treats people. And apparently, whatever your politics actually is, you’ve chosen to place it above the character, integrity, truth, kindness, and compassion of the people in your tribe. So while I may still love you, I need to around people who bring out the best in me: people who put the love that is God, above everything else . . . including their politics!
So, I’m walking away. I don’t have a choice. I’ll miss you – for sure! But I clearly misjudged you; and for that, I am oh so very sorry.

