I understand it is no pleasure for you and you have no wish to embrace the devil. But in the absence of a helping hand, lonely people rehearse the worst of their history. You can be the one who lends an ear. What would have helped me would have been someone who analyzes the docs with me, to balance what is true from what is not, and who acknowledges the true parts.

Here’s my side. I’m seen as Quanon in my former groups of friends despite not being it. The last drop with one is when one died of cancer, and no-one went to see him. He was leftist, of a leftist family with left-to-extreme-left friends from generation to generation, with supposedly human values top to bottom; and if not for me, he would have died almost alone, we wouldn’t have found the “point on the visual keyboard” trick to communicate, he wouldn’t have had the wifi or tv for his last 6 months, etc. I was there the last night, totally randomly (well, I was there 3 times a week) playing him his last song, one he had written with me, and I hadn’t realized the commie died the most beautiful death, going to sleep on his own song, surrounded with his friends. And this guy is not the only example. My daughter has been raped (France, by a migrant of 2nd generation, by the ethnicity everyone is racist about), my cousin killed, they regularly kill gays on the central place of my city, they drag girls for 800m until their bowels are spread on the road, and judges release them every single time: I am right to believe what I believe. At the time I had helped in a lot of charities, I’ve donated 3-5% of my revenue, but my observation is that leftists will hate us no matter what we do to help the poor, and even if I were “part of them” (the progressists), they would have left me die alone like they did for their friend. I’ve left every single group who had these traits, so I’ve left all of them, and my friends are now Quanon-type.

You see, from the right, the center-left seem like atrocious people. But I’m genuinely sure you didn’t intend to. I’m sure it’s just ignorance on your side, and I know you say the same thing about me ;) We had the same values at the core, and life just slapped us in different ways. Maybe your mother didn’t actually tell you her history, and/or maybe she needs a punching ball for all she failed at life.

It’s hard, really hard to accept being someone’s punching ball. The rational decision would be to refuse, and you’d be right 100% of the times.

Or, if you think that diversity is strength, you could get acquainted to her, and maintain the speech despite hating the contents, and accompany her for her last years.

I’m not saying I would do it.

If you caricature what I’m saying, you could even interview your mother in order to write her biography. You may throw it away if it’s bad, and/or some key events may surface.

Again, I’m not saying I would do it.