It's a long story, but here's the short version:
It had to do with a church I used to attend. I felt that my identity as a Christian was more important than my identity as a Black man.
Then Ferguson happened (Ferguson/North County St. Louis is my hood), and then a bunch of police-instigated shootings happened (chiefly the Philando Castile case--there was
NO WAY that could be justified, but I heard the same bullsh*t justification).
Then they started supporting Trump, who has always been a buffoon to me, and called him God's chosen.
I got my NWUC (nikka Wake-Up Call), checked completely out after that. After feeling despondent, I re-read MLK's "Birmingham Jail" letter, and it helped me to realize I was being sold a version of right-wing conservatism under the guise of profound spirituality.
Lost most of my friends and my [Black] wife over that sh*t.