When I was in the musical Mary Poppins my sophomore year, the discussion backstage has changed to politics for some reason. One kid, a freshman member of the dance ensemble, claimed that he was glad the Donald Trump was President. Everybody else except me and another guy in the locker room, about ten boys, turned around and started to insult and argue with him. They called him some very mean things and told him to go back to his farm where he belonged. I met eyes with the other silent guy and we both shook our heads. The poor freshman seemed to lack the awareness that he was in a locker room filled with people who had posted on Instagram their distaste for President Trump and the intolerant things that they had screamed at his supporters
