"On paper, Leafe hits the bullet points of a Trump supporter profile — she’s older, white, without a college degree. Her income has stagnated, as she has had to hold salon prices steady to keep clients, even as product costs have risen.
Descended from Native American heritage, Leafe has long mistrusted politicians whose predecessors she blames for the Trail of Tears. She only began paying attention to the 2008 election when a colleague chided her for not knowing more about politics. She followed a client’s lead and latched onto Hillary Clinton’s campaign, but then that candidacy fell away and Leafe returned to her apolitical burrow, until this year.
She’s deserted Clinton and hoisted Trump signs in her yard. She’s assigned Trump’s visage to her phone’s background screen. She’s bought slingback shoes from the Ivanka Trump fashion collection. And on a recent Sunday night, she mashed Spanish onions and breadcrumbs into ground beef, a la Trump’s mother Mary Anne’s recipe, and delivered meatloaf sandwiches in brown bags to Trump’s New Hampshire campaign staff...
She drove to rallies across New England and soon was helping out as an usher at the increasingly crowded events. She made friends with the Trump staff, whose downtown headquarters is across the street from the salon. She stopped by in the afternoons to hear the latest campaign news.
It was heady stuff. After years of shuttling between her home, work, and shopping, she was out in the world. She’d always felt small and not special.
Now she was a part of something huge. She felt her malaise lifting.
At the end of the day, there was Trump to hear , to emulate, to admire."
She’s deserted Clinton and hoisted Trump signs in her yard. She’s assigned Trump’s visage to her phone’s background screen. She’s bought slingback shoes from the Ivanka Trump fashion collection. And on a recent Sunday night, she mashed Spanish onions and breadcrumbs into ground beef, a la Trump’s mother Mary Anne’s recipe, and delivered meatloaf sandwiches in brown bags to Trump’s New Hampshire campaign staff...
She drove to rallies across New England and soon was helping out as an usher at the increasingly crowded events. She made friends with the Trump staff, whose downtown headquarters is across the street from the salon. She stopped by in the afternoons to hear the latest campaign news.
It was heady stuff. After years of shuttling between her home, work, and shopping, she was out in the world. She’d always felt small and not special.
Now she was a part of something huge. She felt her malaise lifting.
At the end of the day, there was Trump to hear , to emulate, to admire."
http://www.bostonglobe.com/news/politics/2015/12/12/how-she-came-love-donald-trump/V0y4HEd6OhCjpLbfFuz91O/story.html?event=event25
This is making me think differently about the entertainment aspect of politics, and to think about what politics can do in the individual lives of inidividual people. It can really give people a purpose, a leader - a community, friends, support. That's so key.
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