In the wake of tragedy, there’s a universal human response to wish in vain for a reversal of time. A cosmic do-over where we can unwind history, if only a few precious seconds, and have a second chance to get things right. It doesn’t matter if the tragedy was your fault. It doesn’t matter if there’s anything you can do differently. “Please don’t let this be happening.” Everybody knows this feeling in some degree, from stubbing your toe to being in a minor car accident to the horror of watching a loved one get seriously injured. Please don’t let this be happening.
One thousand nights ago, this feeling flooded into me and it has not really subsided in any meaningful way. I went with the family to a friend’s house to watch election returns and join in a victory celebration. We brought a bottle of champagne. I was looking forward to toasting, more than anything else, the end of Trump’s shameful and sordid campaign. He would crawl back under his rock, thoroughly repudiated, and we could laugh and pretend like it never happened.
Needless to say the champagne never got popped. I remember the sinking feeling growing as the night progressed. There was a graphic on the Times website that estimated the probability of victory for each candidate and it kept moving further and further in Trump’s direction. Please don’t let this be happening. I was sitting alone on a couch when the election was called and I don’t think I even moved for at least twenty minutes. How is this possible? How could anybody in their right mind have voted for this complete clown so obviously and completely unqualified for the job? Some people seemed to be reacting to the result with amusement rather than horror and fear. This reaction was as unfathomable as the election result.
If you’re over about 40, you experienced 9/11 as an adult. My reaction then was similar. As I watched the dust settling over lower Manhattan (on TV from a very safe distance), I knew this trauma would be a critical point in the history of the country. I wished in vain that it wasn’t really happening. Then I took a shower and went to work. What else could you do? My desk at that time had a view of a major airport several miles away, and the total absence of any planes landing or taking off for the next week was a constant reminder that something drastic had happened, and things would not be going back to normal for quite some time, if ever.
More than 2.5 years after the election, I’m still in a state of daily shock and disbelief. It’s not so much denial any more as a generalized sense of incredulousness. Like I still can’t believe this is all truly happening, and there’s little more to do with the daily outrage than shake one’s head and roll one’s eyes. I’ve survived on a steady diet of wishful thinking, needing to believe that this has all been a grotesque aberration and that the deviancy will all be set right with the next election cycle. The nation comes to its senses, Joe Biden or Mayor Pete or whoever will take the wheel and gently steer the ship back into a normal lane. All the damage will slowly be repaired, frayed relationships will be mended, and within a couple of decades the despicable stain of Trump and Trumpism will be all but forgotten. The problem is I’m losing faith that this pleasant-sounding outcome will be possible.
And even if it is possible and sanity and competent governance is eventually restored, this period of American history will always have happened and I find this realization depressing. In other words, the history of the early 21st century has already been written: half the nation fell into the thrall of an unhinged lunatic, a faux-populist racist clown. He lied and bullshitted and insulted and watched TV and tweeted and golfed and they loved him for it.
I’m afraid this period will be looked at historically as one of normalization and cowardice. Most people, including the media, seemed to return relatively quickly to a business-as-usual mode, acting as if this is just another Republican administration instead of a constant emergency and a constant threat. Instead of ramping up, resistance seems to be fading in the face of the daily grind, the new normal. I wonder if these years will be seen as a period of relative calm and prosperity before a new round of upheaval and violence.
The inventory of outrages and malfeasance is so vast it’s literally overwhelming. Remember when Trump shared classified intelligence with the Russian ambassador in the Oval Office? Of course you do since you’re a politics junkie who’s been paying attention, but this and ten thousand other things failed to register and stir the consciousness of the vast majority of Americans. It was overshadowed almost immediately by the next item on the endless list. Trying to keep up with everything leads to exhaustion, and exhaustion gives way to despair. But to the extent that Trump and his team have a strategy, that strategy is to establish his brand of ignorant authoritarianism as the new normal, and to rely on–and weaponize–the resulting exhaustion and despair.
I find I’m barely paying attention to the Democratic candidates at this point. It seems insane to even need an election to determine the outcome. Trump’s support should be in the single digits at best, the people should long ago have risen up and demanded not only impeachment but some kind of declaration that the entire presidency has been illegitimate and therefore invalid. All laws and regulations and policy changes of the Trump era should be rolled back, all judges appointed should be removed. Nobody has consistently impressed me more than Mayor Pete so far, but I don’t have very strong feelings about it. This is primarily because it should be incredibly obvious that whoever the Democratic nominee turns out to be, she will be 1000 times better and more qualified than Trump. So it’s a foregone conclusion who I’ll be voting for, and it should be a foregone conclusion what the result will be. That it’s not is, again, depressing and demoralizing.
I do like the candidates who are talking about need for major structural reform. I’m becoming increasingly sympathetic to the “WAAF” arguments about the rising combination of gerrymandering, voter suppression, election interference, conservative judges, etc. to subvert democracy. If we don’t get that right soon, we may not get another chance. But getting it right will require people in power who value integrity and accountability. Speaking of values, David Brooks, of all people, said something that caught my attention recently. Talking about the debates, he said something like “Trump is running a values campaign, and you can’t combat a values campaign with a policy campaign.” He point was that the candidates need to talk more about their values and how their policies reflect those values. He’s not wrong. I think Mayor Pete is leading the pack in this regard, with Biden perhaps in a close second.
I’m not sure where we go from here. People are talking about stepping back from politics in order to maintain sanity. People are talking about leaving the country if Trump wins his re-election. People are talking about ramping up activism to resist the normalization of Trumpism. I understand all of these impulses and all options are on the table. As I write this, reports are coming in of a second major mass shooting in less than 24 hours. Maybe this will be the catalyst for a significant reaction, something other than tepid thoughts and prayers and nonsense about violent video games. I want to believe it.
I’ve thought about the dilemma between fleeing the country and staying to fight. I’m not sure how I’d feel watching my country burn down from a safe distance, without having done everything possible to try and turn things around. But at the same time, the weather in Ecuador seems quite pleasant. A hundred years from now, survivors will be asking what we old-timers did to stop this madness, and I don’t have a very good answer right now.
From a big-picture perspective, how are you handling the current climate? Please feel free to share your approaches to maintaining sanity, fighting injustice, resisting despair/defeatism/apathy, and fending off the constant grinding exhaustion of the times in which we are now forced to live.