We were sitting at a traffic light on Okeechobee Boulevard in West Palm Beach, Florida early in 1993. I tell you the year because I want to make sure you know that, although we were once “Palm Beach voters,” we weren’t those “Palm Beach voters.” My children were sitting in the back seat when a session of intense fellowship broke out.
I say “fellowship” because of course my children would never argue. Rhonda, who was then five, was getting the better of it, so Bryant, who was then three, was looking for a way to get even. He looked at her with a stern face and said, “You’re a Democrat. No, you’re a liberal Democrat!”
For the life of me I can’t imagine where he got the idea that calling someone a liberal Democrat was an insult.
Of course, you know as well as I do where he got that idea. He got it from his father! At that point in their young lives I hadn’t made a conscious effort to instill my political views into my children. But they had picked up enough during the recently concluded election to realize what my beliefs were. And, without prompting from me, they had internalized those beliefs and were starting to view the world through my political philosophy.