Sometimes I don't know what to feel
Everything I thought that I knew starts to look so unreal
There's a ringing in my head that keeps me awake at night
Sometimes I don't know what is right
…
Sometimes I don't know what to do
Someone said the world's going to end and I think its true
I thought there was some love in the world
But I guess I'm wrong
Everything I thought that I knew starts to look so unreal
There's a ringing in my head that keeps me awake at night
Sometimes I don't know what is right
…
Sometimes I don't know what to do
Someone said the world's going to end and I think its true
I thought there was some love in the world
But I guess I'm wrong
Todd Rundgren,
1973
It has been more than a week
since Donald Trump won the election. I still can’t shake the feelings of anxiety and
dread that Trump’s election has spawned in me. I am racked by alternative feelings of dismay and the desire to do
something, anything to prevent this national electoral temper tantrum from
wrecking permanent damage to our country. I am still obsessed with the news, but
it has yet to give me comfort. I have begun blogging, posting incessantly on
Facebook and Twitter, to the point that I am alienating my less political
friends. Last Wednesday I went to a political rally just to regain the sense of
community with those who share my concerns. At least at the rally I felt like I
was participating in something that can impact elections down the road.
I am not generally a reactionary
or alarmist by nature, but the folly of the 8th of November’s
decision seems so blindly obvious, that I can’t wrap my head around the idea
that anyone is satisfied with the result. To me, Trump is so obviously unfit,
yet he is going to be the President of “these United States”. Everything I have read suggests that more
than 60% of people who voted for Donald Trump agreed that he was unqualified
but they voted for him just the same. I
cannot seem to square those facts in my head.
What is at the core of my unease?
I fear Trump’s impulsive and ill-considered foreign policy rhetoric will
continue while in office with destabilizing effect. His belligerent tone
towards our Allies, his rhetoric destabilizing NATO unity, his unilateral
rapprochement with Russia, and his insistence of economic protectionism above
all else might all be the source of disaster due to predictable, but unintended
consequences. His language has the potential to embolden our enemies to action
which might lead to military crisis. It is just such destabilizing forces that
resulted in the last two World Wars.
Donald Trump’s pathological focus
on Muslims as a de facto terrorist threat lacks any nuance and is out of
proportion to the facts. It is true that we are in direct conflict with a small
number of radical Islamic terrorists. But, Trump’s lumping of all Muslims in
that camp erodes America’s ability to harness essential cooperation from our
Muslim allies. Moreover, this belligerent, un-nuanced stance actually aids the
terrorists build support by enabling them to paint America as a threat to
mainstream Muslims. And Trump’s rhetorical hostility has not been limited to
foreign Muslims. His insistence, without evidence and in the face of clear
evidence to the contrary, that Muslim Americans are harboring and cheering
terrorists is dangerous. I worry this might be an omen of a coming unAmerican
and unConstitutional pogrom.
The history of other nations
suggests that fear mongering is a force that can be harnessed, either
intentionally or unintentionally, to cause a nation to abandon their
constitutional system’s protections of individual liberty. The constant fear
mongering and hate expressed in the campaign, which appears to be supported by
significant numbers of my fellow citizens, moves us incrementally towards
conditions that erode our freedoms. Unreasoned reactionary rhetoric could lead us
towards policies that suppress religious freedom, free speech, freedom to
assembly and the abandonment of due process. These rights are the bedrock on
which democracy is built, and once diminished; there is no clear path to bring
them back.
Many of my fellow citizens
believe my concerns are a baseless over reaction. Maybe I am wrong, but I just
cannot see how these apprehensions can be dismissed. I know that there could be
a difference between the rhetoric of the campaign and Mr. Trump’s conduct in
office. I recognize that the Trump administration is likely to draw upon
experts which could act as a moderating influence on the actual behavior of a
Trump presidency. However, during the campaign, Trump did not appear to be
constrained by either expert advice or even facts, which does not bode well for
the new Administration’s moderation. Part of me recognizes that my feelings of
impending doom are, at least in part, irrational. The bigotry, misogyny, and
all round vulgarity of the election could all have been theater. The normal
bureaucratic organizational inertia and Constitutional checks and balances
still exist so the most radical proposals floated during the election are unlikely
to occur. Of course, everyone said a Trump presidency would be unlikely, yet here
we are.
In Columbia, Maryland, I have
heard American Muslim parents tell me their school children have expressed fear
they and their parents will be forced to leave this country or worse. These young
first- and second-graders heard the campaign rhetoric that was spewed and it has
affected them. The immediacy of these parents concern and fear moved me. I
heard others tell of random acts of hate and bile directed at people of color
by folks who appeared to be emboldened by Mr. Trump’s victory. This is not the
America I love. I know we are so much
better than that as a nation, and I can’t understand why so many of my fellow
Americans were able to callously disregard the bigoted undertones of the Trump
campaign to select him as our President.
In this past election, I was not an
over-enthusiastic Hillary supporter. I did think she was well-qualified and would
have made a good President. Despite her obvious flaws, and in the face of the
likely specter of more investigations and gridlock, I felt Hillary was a vastly
superior choice to Donald Trump. I tried to give Donald Trump a fair hearing
once it became clear that he was a real force in the Republican field. I
listened to his speeches and interviews and I tried to understand what it was
that made him so wildly popular with so many. To my ear, Trump was a
hyperbolic, bigoted and incoherent demigod, unmoored by facts, with no real
plans, and who appeared to be largely unprepared to lead this nation. And I was
shocked as he continued to win over greater and greater numbers of voters. To
me, his populism made no sense. Now Sanders populist appeal I understood. At
least Sanders was talking about issues that I thought mattered to most Americans:
jobs, the growing wealth divide, the lack of affordable and livable housing for
the poor and lower middle class, a higher minimum wage, affordable higher
education, and a single payer health care system. Trump didn’t seem to me to
have any clear, realistic plans for any of these issues, yet he seemed to
resonate with many Americans just the same.
I am normally extremely
optimistic about America and our collective future. I take pride in the way the
country has risen above past mistakes to create a free society in which
increasing numbers have an equal opportunity to succeed. I strongly believe in
our Constitution, the Bill of Rights and the equality of all peoples before the
law. I pride myself on being open and objective,
and I am actively looking for signs of hope. I truly want Donald Trump to
succeed because his success is America’s success. I want to believe that my
concerns are baseless, but right now, I just feel glum.
Sometimes
I just feel so alone
I don't want to admit to my friends that I feel confused
I wonder what I'd do with myself if the world was gone
Something makes me stay on my feet
Don't you dare admit to defeat
And if I tell myself it's all right
I can comfort myself through the night
And watch another day dawn
And everything will be cool
I don't want to admit to my friends that I feel confused
I wonder what I'd do with myself if the world was gone
Something makes me stay on my feet
Don't you dare admit to defeat
And if I tell myself it's all right
I can comfort myself through the night
And watch another day dawn
And everything will be cool
Todd Rundgren,
1973
Good read, Mike!
ReplyDeleteVery well said Mike. You hit on all of my questions and captured virtually all of my concerns perfectly. - Jay Foster
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