I spent years trying to reach my mother and father. I was still pretty young and financially insecure. I had nowhere else to go and I lived in their house. We had many problems that were non-political. There were many reasons I had not to trust my mother, who hurt me over and over. There were many reasons to fear my father, whose abuse I have never recovered from. But I believed that I was their son and if they loved me they would hear me. So I tried to relate, reach out, and have conversations with them all through 2015 and 2016. I thought some of these conversations went well. There were times where I felt like we were really understanding each other. There were times where I felt like I was speaking to my father as an equal and to my mother as a friend. While I never knew what was going to happen, there were a lot of times I had hope.
But it did not work. I did not reach them. All that happened was that I got them to play nice with me - an act they put on for my benefit. They loved their son, after all, so they humored me. They would talk to me about what I cared about, what mattered to me, and why I felt they were wrong, and then nod politely and carry on. Because they did not actually care what I had to say. They did not actually care what I believed. They did not care at all when I attempted to show them why what they believed was so dangerous and selfish and hurtful. Because to them, the world made perfect sense and they already know everything there is to know. I was the one who didn't get it. But they heard me out and pretended they cared because they knew they were already right, I was already wrong, and I didn't actually matter. We were playing pretend.
I had a lot at stake here. I had to either reach my mother and father or I had to leave. There was nothing I ever tried to do that I was more afraid of failing. But I could not reach them, so I left. I moved out shortly after the election. Nothing I ever said or did mattered. They watched me move out obliviously.
For the years that followed I did not speak to my father, but I occasionally spoke to my mother. I left the door open for a long time to reconcile if they ever came to their senses. If everything we talked about ever landed with them and if losing me as a result of their politics ever registered, I wanted to be there to pick up the pieces. There was no world where I preferred to not have a relationship with my parents. So I would see my mother monthly. I would wait to hear what she had to say, but I never led the witness. I wanted her to bring it up on her own. I wanted her to show me she knew why I was upset. But she didn't. As months became years she would beg me to tell her what was wrong and why I didn't talk to them anymore. She would make random guesses about arbitrary things (my father, for example, suspected I left the family because I broke his drill and was embarrassed about it). I died inside over and over as I sat across from my mother who cluelessly ignored everything I ever talked about as important to me.
I got married in 2019 and made one last attempt to reconcile before the wedding. I went back to the house for the first time in three years. I spoke to my father for the first time since then. We sat at the table and we started to talk. When I finally broached the subject of their politics, they were aghast and appalled. That was the reason I no longer spoke to them? All this time just was "just politics"? They laid into me like a petulant child. They mocked and antagonized me for letting something superfluous come between us. They accused me of deception and manipulation and still not "getting it". It was a proper family meltdown. My father did not attend my wedding and my mother just sat there silently. We have not spoken a word to one another since. They labeled me a radical, smeared me to my extended family, and I lost everyone. It is over. I have no family. I have my partner, and I have their sibling, but they are orphans. We have nobody left in this world but each other. It is a lonely world.
I did everything I could to prevent this from happening. I started early, I met them on their level, I asked them questions and heard their stories and tried to meet them half way on issues. I made an honest and earnest attempt to bring my parents out of their world and into another. It didn't even have to be mine, it just had to be better. Something safer. Something that didn't hurt people and threaten the livelihood of others. It did not get better though, it only got worse. My mother is a Qanon anti-vaxxer with a Parler account. My father is a virulently angry dictator worshipper who wants to violently establish a new world order. They are waiting for me to someday come apologize to them.
I don't believe you can reach these people anymore. Their worldview does not allow it. It is not a worldview of confusion or misunderstanding, it's rooted in absolute certainty. You cannot teach something to someone who is this closed off to information and so strongly opposed to your input. It is just not possible. To convince someone of something they need to be capable of doubt. They have to be open to the possibility, however small, that they are incorrect about something. But these people are not these things. So you can waste all the energy you want trying to connect with them and find a middle ground, but all you're doing is helping them advance themselves and hurt more people.
The only thing that changes the mind of someone like this is epiphany. There needs to be a moment where their system fails. There needs to be a sudden awakening of consciousness where they witness something or experience something that changes how they feel about something. Then they are open. Then they can be reached. But until then, that wall is impenetrable. I do not believe you can force that epiphany. If it can be done, I never figured it out. I tried so hard to. I lived the experience. Every day for years I tried to no avail. It is the hardest I ever tried at anything.
And I know I am not alone. It isn't 2015. It's 2021. We've been living alongside and contending with these people - neighbors, coworkers, family members - for half a decade. People have been trying and failing to reach and deradicalize people this entire time and more people voted for Trump in 2020 than they did in 2016. Accept that you're being played and stop giving so much energy to people who hate you. I tried, I was beaten, and I have lost my will. So if you want to keep trying, power to you. But don't act like you care about me when you choose to care about them. You can't do both.
I am always open to helping someone who is open to being helped. It is never too late for someone to turn it around. But you can't make them do it and I certainly don't think you should pity them if they don't. I don't expend my limited energy on compassion for them anymore. There are other people, namely their victims and the people they marginalize, who deserve my whole heart instead.