A Letter to the Left To those who still believe, from someone who once did too. I need to tell you something, and I need you to hear me out before you decide what I am. I was one of you. Not in some distant, theoretical way. I was deeply one of you. I marched. I shared the posts. I believed, with total conviction, that the progressive vision of the world was not only morally correct but self-evidently so. Anyone who disagreed was ignorant or malicious. I had Trump Derangement Syndrome, but then, I complained about all politicians. I couldn't see it was a case of choosing the best of'. I had no middle ground. And that's what finally shook me awake: the realisation that I had stopped allowing for middle ground. My thinking had become entirely black and white. I had radicalised"slowly, invisibly"without even noticing it was happening to me.