I’m a black Christian, and guess what? Donald Trump’s America is my America, too.

For most of the election season, we’ve been regularly treated to pundits telling us that “America is divided.” Indeed, this campaign provided repeated evidence of division, alienation and resentment. The balkanization of the United States seemed real.

Along the way, some people became fond of saying, “We live in two Americas.” Along with that, evangelical Christians began saying, “Those evangelicals for Trump are not real evangelicals.” We wanted to handle the divisions — often disappointing — by mentally separating the “others” into another America. Or we sought to question their credentials as “real” or “genuine” Americans or evangelicals.

One-third of the country “couldn’t believe” other Americans supported Trump. Another third “couldn’t believe” there were supporters of Clinton. And a third “couldn’t believe” anyone could ever support anybody in this election. We handled our disbelief by grouping all the “others” into an imagined “different America.”