This thoughtful and perceptive piece was on Facebook, a place I rarely go and am glad I did.

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26. I so agree with the writer

I moved to a rural area 32 years ago …knowing no one other than my dear hubby …

We were outsiders, unknowns and a curiosity to these country people. We called ourselves urban refugees. They did not understand. It was okay. We stayed. We learned who they were. They kept us at arm’s length. It did not matter. We continued to be who we were and, eventually, we bought to the local newspaper, because I thought they needed to hear the truth. They loved our paper; they did not love us or our ideas. Those things were outright rejected, although I am told still (after having sold the paper after TFG’s election in 2016) how much they wish I would take the paper back. I am unwilling to do that for many reasons.

What I learned is that you can tell the truth and they will still believe the lies, that any threat to their beliefs brings a “kill the messenger" response and yet … they are, at heart, good people.

I do not know what it will take for them to learn they are endangered, not because of change, but because of their failure to embrace it.