It didn't go that well.
One of them was bummed because our city voted for and then removed a statue of Father Junipero Serra. "He founded this city", she said. Well no, he actually didn't. It was a Chumash tribal land and when Father Serra arrived and claimed the city for the spread of Roman Catholicism, he brought diseases, destruction of villages and forced labor to the natives. He may have brought good things too but I think that, perhaps, the Chumash should be able to decide what was good and what was not. I didn't bother saying that. I was not going to change her or my other friends' minds.
Then we got onto BLM and it went downhill fast. They both ranted, quite angrily, and I sat, not out of fear, but of knowing fully well that I would not change their minds one iota. They were angry at being made to feel they were racist (which they said they were not). They were angry at the property destruction and one of them felt if people didn't like life here, "They could move to another country". "I'm tired of Black Lives Matter.....All lives matter", she said. I did then say, "You know, all lives don't matter if black lives don't matter". They kind of brushed off the statistics of higher rates of death, incarceration and poverty like a pesky fly.
I wanted to get up and leave. I wanted to say, "Is this how Jesus would respond?" But I knew it did not matter what I said. Isn't friendship unconditional? Shouldn't it be able to stand up to differences of opinion?
My heart aches. Today I just feel sad.