I feel there is very little we can do individually to change people’s minds or turn them away from fascism, or even to get them to stop turning their own brains into soup, but you can still show them there are consequences to their actions.
Telling my own friends / relations what I think of them and cutting ties with them has done nothing to bring them back in line with normal human values, but at least I am not burdened with the guilt of my association, and maybe one day enough people will cut them off that the loneliness gets to them and they begin to re-evaluate their lives.
It is literally the least I can do. Any sadness I felt was heartbreak that they could be so shitty to begin with.
I’m not white either; but I can’t keep or claim the abusers that spent 18 years fucking up my mental. Won’t keep or claim them. Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb; and boy, did my mother LOVE using the corrupted version of that phrase to justify family being ‘the only thing that mattered’. Nah, not me. Not when holding on bleeds me more than letting go.