I’m still not an Evangelical, but they still hurt me I wrote last year how I was done calling myself an Evangelical. I was done after so many purported Evangelicals supported the current President. I couldn’t stand their moral hypocrisy and the devastation of the Christian witness. I have to admit I haven’t totally let go of my disappointment. I grew up in an Evangelical environment, so in a sense I still feel connected to people who use that term. I have been embarrassed by them, but moreso because I was named among them. I remember during the War in Iraq, I was at a teach-in with student activists at Temple, and an older woman approached me to tell me I wasn’t like the other Christians. She said, I wasn’t like “those Evangelicals.” I felt sheepish because that’s how I grew up. Some people say that Evangelicals, especially the loud MAGA-hat-wearing types, are fundamentalists in disguise. One reason I argued that I was no longer an Evangelical is because I didn’t want to fight that fight anymore. But I still see them and their affect on my faith. It’s making the headlines. I’ve been reading too many news stories about the concentration camps on the border and the condition that children and other vulnerable people are being put into in those detention camps.