Asking for things to be like when she was younger, to which I asked if she was a fan of Nazi Germany as she grew up post WWII.
Uh, what? Why the hell would you equate growing up in Germany after WWII with Nazis?
I guess I am wondering how can I come from a family that seemingly has no compassion for anybody and even less empathy for anybody different than them.
Maybe start with yourself? Recognize change is difficult, nostalgia is comfortable, and for someone who grew up pre-internet by several decades, the current world is probably overwhelming at times.
Your family’s comments on the number of black athletes and on paralympics sound sus, but you don’t exactly present yourself as a beacon of inclusivity either.
Self-reflection is a great place to start to grow empathy and understanding of others. Or to discover for oneself when it’s time to cut losses.