She looks at me like she doesn't know me. As if the friend that she has laughed and cried with, that she trusts, has been invaded by an inhuman body-snatcher.
But I only told her that developing countries have experienced great successes in their private schools (especially compared to public schools which cost three times as much for the same or worse results), that perhaps alternatives to failing public schools aren't a bad thing, and that we need to guard against giving away our power because one day it might end up in the hands of a monster.
It makes sense to me, but I can tell she thinks that I no longer care about the experiences of minorities in America, the LGBT community, or women's rights.
Not so! I must not be explaining myself to her accurately. Allow me an attempt to do so now.