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WASHINGTON — At Nativity grade school, we grew up steeped in the lore — and gore — of martyrs. For their brave deeds and words, these men and women were stoned, crucified, beheaded, stripped of all their skin, shot with arrows and cooked alive on a red-hot griddle.
So I’m a little surprised my siblings would somehow put Donald Trump in those martyrs’ sainted company.
My sister and brother, disturbed by Trump’s constant chaos and slashing insults, saw their hopes for Ron DeSantis or Nikki Haley evaporate.
I called my Republican sibs Friday to see if hearing the word “guilty” ring out 34 times in a New York courtroom had finally severed them from Trump; they are, after all, children of a police detective.
My sister, Peggy, said she couldn’t sleep all night.
“You decided you can’t vote for a felon?” I asked.
“I wasn’t going to vote for Trump,” she said. “But now I am because I thought this whole thing was a sham.”