I was at a social gathering, guys in my hobby, in 2018, the high (low?) point of Brexit fevered "debate".
I announced I voted Remain but understood why 52% voted Leave, and that there were many reasons, racism/xenophobia only part of the vote.
Our "polite" host stopped me in my tracks, and announced that it was racism, pure and simple, and that Leave voters were to a man and woman, ALL racists. And there was no debate.
And that if I even attempted to justify it, I was a racist. Water is wet, gravity pulls us to the Earth, Brexit and Brexit voters are racist.
I felt my sap rising, but I was a guest in his house, and despite no others thinking I was racist, it was 100% a Remain group, and I just sucked it up. To say he was overbearing is an understatement.
What I should have done was put my coffee down, announced I didn't agree and wouldn't be insulted to my face, wish him a long and happy life, and left. I'd have at least maintained some self respect. But no, I say there like a shy teen turned down by a girl at the disco (1980 my friend, I remember you well, lol).
Now, I've never had to see this jerk again, but I do occasionally think had he been my brother or a close friend or work colleague, and our contact would have been much closer, how would this have been reconciled?