Although I didn’t need Donald Trump to remind me. As someone who has a life — a Christian, a historian, someone who roots for the Phillies, a lover of cats, a devotee of Coen Brothers movies, happily married — I never assumed that one part of me spoke for the entire mmmeeeeEE. That’s why I also balked at the evangelical version of identity politics — my religious identity must somehow follow me wherever I go — into the classroom, into... Read more