Something to reflect on for after Nov 8. From Linda Sarsour's Facebook page, a post
where she describes an elderly Muslim gentleman's thinking about the election:
When you canvas, you only knock on the doors of the people on your list. As I was walking I passed by a home where I saw an old woman in hijab open the door and pass a glass of water to an old man sitting on the porch. I stopped in my tracks because they had a Trump sign on their lawn. They weren't on the list, so I walked up to the porch and said "Asalamu Alaykum". The old man was surprised to see me but nonetheless greeted me warmly. He asked my name and what I was doing and I responded. We engaged in a great conversation and then I mustered up the courage to ask him why he had a Trump sign outside of his home and he responded in Arabic "its safe. I feel safe with it in front of my home." He sounded sad but reassured by his own words.
I was so taken a back by his answer, but it made sense. It made sense for him. I challenged myself to not judge and continue to listen. I then asked, "but you are not voting for him, right? This doesn't mean you are necessarily voting for him?" He looked away from my eyes and he said, "I don't know, I want to vote for him because what happens if he doesn't win? Do you think we will be safe? Who do you think they will take revenge on? Us, you and me." I said who, " he said, "I don't know, some of his supporters. They will blame us for his loss. Maybe they will hurt more people." I wanted to say NO, that won't happen. No we can't let them win. No, this is not the right way to think. But I couldn't. I was too sad, too devastated, too frozen to speak. He asked me if I wanted something to drink, I said no thank you. I said, it was nice to meet you. May God bless and protect you and your family. He said "you too my daughter."