Fascism

If you're someone who's anti-racist, anti-homophobic, anti-transphobic, and anti-fascist despite having friends or family who veer into the conspiracy theorist / fascist / bigot / apologist side of the spectrum, your struggle is seen, respected, and appreciated. It's hard to tell someone you love that they're part of a pernicious cultural cancer metastasizing in the heart of our country. It's hard to stand up for what's right when your support network is full of people who've bought into the idea that you're the enemy, and that bigotry and paranoid delusions are the answer. It's hard to keep up the pressure to push fascism and hatred out of your world, and that's why some people give up, acquiesce, and make peace with the bullies in their midst, hoping to keep their head down so that they, at least, can escape the harm wrought by them. To accept the consequences of making your beliefs clear and not giving an inch is a sacrifice, and an important one, and one not spoken of often enough. But it's a vastly consequential thing to do, because the alternative is to invite people's worst impulses and most destructive delusions into your space and make them feel comfortable there. Perhaps nothing will change for the better in someone's heart if they're excluded and segregated into more and more hateful spaces, but perhaps by giving someone a seat at your table on the condition that they leave their hate at the door, they might question why they ever needed it at all.

TL;DR: White people, call out your friends for their casual racism. Allies, call out your friends for their homo/transphobia. Everyone, you can love your family members while still making it clear that their aw shucks old-timey gee whiz back in my day bigotry is inexcusable.