Donald Trump is my President.
Last Friday, we went to Burlington, Vermont.
As we entered City Hall Park we found ourselves standing (rather accidentally) amongst a growing crowd of individuals. They began to gather around the steps of City Hall. Three young women started speaking through a megaphone.
We quickly realized we had found ourselves within an anti-Trump rally.
People took turns speaking to the crowd. They varied in age and gender, and their messages, though about the same topic, were diverse.
People held up signs, pieces of cardboard with pithy statements in black marker.
Some women chanted, “pussy grabs back!”
When a young woman began her story with the declaration, “Trump is not my President,” the crowd cheered.
After that, most of the stories began the same way.
While we stood there, listening, I began to think about what I would say.
Of course, there’s no way I’d climb the steps and share. It’s not in my nature. Rather listen than participate.
And after all, we had discovered this peaceful gathering by accident. We were there to buy a sandwich.
But I couldn’t shake the thought. The crowd had succeeded in forcing my curiosity, and not just in empathizing with their fear and worry and anger. They got me thinking about what my story would be.
Whatever it might be, I know one thing is for sure.
I’d begin with the declaration: “Donald Trump is my President.”
No, I did not vote for the man.
I never had any intention to. Nor would I had, even if his central aim was to forgive all student debt (I didn’t support Jill Stein, either).
Donald Trump is an abhorrent, sexual assaulting, racist, misogynistic, asshole.
He is the epitome of contemporary evil.
A demagogue. A hate-filled child. An insecure, chauvinist, elitist, piece of human shit.
Donald Trump is my President.
One thing I love about America is the democratic process. The peaceful transition of power. The fact that we have checks and balances. We have a constitution. We have freedom. We welcome all colors and creeds. We disagree, and find value in our differences. We support one another, and fight for each other, because we are all congregants of the same civil religion.
Last Tuesday we held a free and peaceful election and the American people (via the Electoral College) elected a new President. Regardless of who that person is, or what they stand for, the democratic process worked. It did what it did.
To deny that, to reject it, is an affront to that process.
Merely arguing that the man elected is not my President, because I didn’t vote for him, is the opposite of a democracy. And while it might be cathartic, it’s mere denial.
Best to accept it.
Not blindly, of course.
The other thing I love about America is my right to free speech.
My right to speak my mind when I feel the circumstance requires it.
Sure, salute the rank, not the man. But sometimes, you need to admonish the man, in order to protect the rank.
This, as much as the election last week, is democracy in action.
Why are People Mourning?
Over the weekend I thought about my story, and how I might write it, and I realized that perhaps my story is not the point. Or, at least, maybe it shouldn’t just be about me.
Sure, stories have a central character, but it’s those who surround that character that make it a story. As we know, a narrative can’t just be one sided.
My story, then, should begin with a question I’ve seen asked less with an inflection of curiosity, and more as a statement of reproach: why are people mourning?
This is often followed by an argument in support of one’s opinion that ‘mourning’ is an odd reaction. Something like, “the world didn’t end,” or “it’s not that big of a deal.”
Some have even adopted the sort of tone we’d expect from an adolescent: “Get over it, you lost.”
Regardless of the judgment in these follow-up statements, there’s a puzzlement there.
A curiosity from one perspective about how, or why, the opposition is acting so strangely. After all, this is good for us, isn’t it? America will be great again. Finally.
There’s a lack of empathy here.
And let’s be fair, it’s a similar lack of empathy as the declaration “Trump is not my President.”
Opinions have two sides, usually. An alterity, as the French might call it. A mirrored reflection of myself that helps me come to define who I am.
But good alterity needs empathy to succeed.
Without empathy we aren’t human.
Without empathy we can accomplish great horror.
We can fly planes into buildings, or be complicit in genocide.
Empathy is what gives us compassion. It makes us fair and loving people. It’s what drives us to comfort someone else’s crying child.
And it’s what I’ve seen missing the last few days.
Mostly from one side.
So allow me this divagation of sorts, with the caveat that I do indeed empathize with those who voted for Donald Trump. I’ll get to that later.
Besides, this is my story, and all stories need a narrator.
And, as we know, narrator’s tend to have their own opinions, even if they’re made up.
Watching the election results was difficult.
Waking up the next day was difficult.
Going to the library at Dartmouth, working, avoiding the internet.
The people I know who are in mourning feel this way because the man we elected President is a representation of irresponsibility. Of bullying. Of racist profiling. Of raising the fears and hatred and anger of ignorant Americans toward an entire religion.
He is lazy.
He represents the normalization of sexual assault. Of empty threats. Of arrogance, built on the sand of insecurity.
The man we have elected President will set us back socially a hundred years.
He is lazy.
Lazy is a curious word.
Here’s what I mean: tolerance takes work. It’s difficult. Understanding someone else, and acknowledging them their right to express themselves, even when that expression might upset or offend me, isn’t easy.
Being a straight Christian and seeing a gay couple is difficult.
Growing up in a white, middle-class community, and seeing aspects of black culture is difficult.
Being lazy is seeing these things and hating them. Being lazy is never changing your mind. Being lazy is not empathizing.
Being lazy is the instinct to start a fight, rather than listen to the other side.
Being lazy is the opposite of being the bigger man.
We elected an individual who isn’t just lazy, he promotes laziness. He inspires it in others.
His central issues were lazy.
How, we might ask, does one actually stop an entire religion from entering the country?
It’s an asinine question.
Think about what’s required, simply in the context of international travel:
- Do we close all international airports?
- Do we require international airlines to put a litmus test on their websites for people buying tickets?
- Do we click a special button that only non-Muslims can see when we purchase a ticket?
- Do we have to somehow prove we’re not Muslims?
- What if we’ve read or are familiar with Muslim texts? Where’s Joseph McCarthy? He had this whole thing figured out.
Or, do we instigate this ‘extreme vetting’ he was talking about?
- What does that demand?
- Is it nothing more than just denying entry into the United States to an individual who ‘looks’ Muslim?
- Who polices this?
- Who oversees it?
- Who pays for it?
- Who trains these people to ‘sniff’ out the Muslims?
- Can’t Muslim people simply pretend they aren’t Muslim?
- Can’t they just lie?
- Should we just ban all people from entering the country who might, according to some expert, look ‘suspiciously Muslim?’
- What about American Muslims, born here, two to three generation Americans, what happens to them if they fly to another country and come back? Do they get a free pass?
- But wait, what about those who’ve been radicalized in America?
- Do we extend our extreme vetting beyond the borders?
- Do we register them?
- Make them carry a special ID card?
This is lazy thinking, beloved by the ignorant proud.
How about the next one:
- How does one actually build a wall that separates the border between the US and Mexico?
- Doesn’t that require a lot of material? Perhaps the same amount of material as every interstate in the entire United States combined?
- Who builds it?
- Do we hire laborers?
- What do we do about Big Bend National Park? I’ve stood there. I’ve looked out across that desert. Only an idiot would think we could build a wall there. It’s a horrific desert. There’s nothing there. That’s why it’s so beautiful.
- How do we get a foreign nation to pay for something they don’t want? Sanctions? Threats?
- What about the Gulf of Mexico? Do we just ignore the fact that people who are fleeing from rape and murder probably don’t mind getting their clothes wet? What about boats? Do we reposition the Navy in the Gulf of Mexico? Who pays for that?
- What about other borders? Do we build walls on the shorelines of Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, etc.? What about California, and Oregon, and Washington? What if people fly to Canada and then come down? So, two walls?
When you actually think about them, these are dumb ideas.
They’re not actionable.
And even if they were, for the sake of argument, the larger question still persists: who pays for all this? These things cost money, especially the second one. And let’s be honest, no amount of ‘deal making’ will force a foreign nation, already choking on its own debt, to pay for a billion dollar wall with money they don’t have.
We will pay for it. Just like we’ve paid for everything else.
These are lazy ideas, but they’re accepted and loved by lazy people who don’t think beyond the sound bite.
And it’s these ideas that make us mourn for our country.
They make us sad because they represent a national narrative that promotes lazy, hateful thinking.
When we elect a President, or any political representative, we’ve made an agreement. We’ve hired someone. We’ve asked that person to represent us to the rest of our country. To the world.
Donald Trump now represents America.
His lazy ideas are now ours.
I did not vote for him, but my country hired him, and just like how an employee represents the company at which he works, Donald Trump is the American who represents the American people.
His discourse of racism, of hatred and fear, is what will shape the civil religion of his Presidency. And as a member of that religion, I must answer for him.
When he assaults a woman and brags about it, I have to answer for it.
When he makes a racist comment, he makes it on behalf of the American people.
When he supports killing the families of our enemies, or disregards the collateral damage of innocent people killed in the name of ‘bombing the shit out of them,’ I have to defend myself.
When he shows prejudice against an entire religion because his fear of terrorism blinds his ability to see the actions of insecure assholes, rather than an entire faith, I have to say that these are not my ideas, even though they are now American.
An endorsement by proxy.
We are in mourning because we realize that the American church sits before the pulpit of the priesthood of the Presidency.
We are in mourning because we value our political system as sacred. We are proud members of this congregation, willing to fight and die for the principles provided us by men of honor, endowed by their creator with the ability to construct a government for and by the people.
And now, as the mantle is passed from one President to the next, we watch as tolerance and empathy and rational thinking give way to laziness.
The American President is America’s greatest ambassador and we’ve elected a bully, the definition of which is someone too scared not to lash out.
Think of the bullies you’ve known.
They taunt you for the way you dress, the way you look, the way you sound. They project their own insecurities onto you, and then try to beat them away. They assault you and threaten those you love.
As children we were told never to fight the bully. Don’t give in and give him what he wants. Listen to him. Understand why it is that he’s bullying. Ask him what he is afraid of? What is making him so angry?
While we might be able to empathize and listen to Trump, and try in earnest to understand what it is that drives him, the fact is we’ve chosen a bully to represent us.
And while that might look attractive to the lazy Americans who voted for him, consider again what happens when two bullies confront each other. While a playground skirmish might be benign to the average child enjoying his or her recess, imagine those bullies with guns.
Imagine them with nuclear weapons.
Maybe all of this is mere hyperbole.
Maybe my words here really are, as I’ve seen told to others, just a bitter response to losing.
Which I would accept, were we to have elected John McCain or Mitt Romney.
But those were men of honor.
I do not agree with them on many political and social issues, but they would have made exceptional Presidents.
Donald Trump is a joke.
He is a deplorable person.
He is my President.
Where is My Empathy?
It would be unfair to simply assume that half of those Americans who voted did so for less than honorable reasons, such as their laziness. Or to say that maybe they were simply bored and wanted something fun to watch for the next four years.
Likewise, it would be unfair to simply argue here that they were perhaps too ignorant themselves to realize what they’d done. To compare their actions with a clever metaphor: voting for Donald Trump is like hating property taxes so much you burn down the house, only to realize you now have no place to live, and still have to pay the tax.
It would be unfair to judge them for simply voting party. I’ve seen this argument come up a few times. It’s used as an excuse, an attempt by the user to disassociate themselves from Donald Trump. As if they might further argue that while they hate the man and everything about him, they still support their party. I mean, all judgment aside, this is an irresponsible argument, isn’t it? Voting party does not excuse one’s support of the party’s candidate. After all, to be that party’s candidate, the party must accept that person, and everything he brings with him. You can’t just say, “I didn’t vote Trump, I voted Republican,” because an aegis ‘Republican vote’ was a vote for Trump. After all, you could have written in the name of another Republican, such as John McCain said he would. At least that would have been more responsible.
It would be unfair to point out that Donald Trump represents the complete opposite of the religious right’s position on absolutely everything. It would be additionally unfair to assume, then, that he received their votes because, though he might not be a man of God, at least he hates their enemies (everyone who isn’t Christian) as much as they do.
It would be unfair to point out the ignorant futility of a white middle-class, angry at its lack of representation for the last eight years, that just elected a man whose economic plan has been predicted by experts (in all their uselessness, see below) to directly hurt the white middle-class.
It would be unfair to point out the hypocrisy of those who voted for Trump because he was the candidate who showed himself as a man who ‘supports our troops,’ especially since he thinks he knows more about military thinking simply because he successfully dodged the draft five times.
It would be unfair to assume one of the major reasons he won America’s vote is simply because, unlike any other candidate, he seems more likely the type of person you’d want to have a beer with. A clever way of saying a candidate seems more like ‘one of us,’ and less like the typical, out of touch, politician. Except that it’s a stupid qualification for President. Sure, being able to sit and chat with the man who holds the nuclear codes would be fun, but I wouldn’t want it. Look, politics is hard. It takes focus and concentration and tactical moves across a chess board of players all better at it than you are. It’s a game. A hard game. It takes training and skill. It takes subtlety and nuance. It isn’t just about showing your hand every time you think you’ve won. It’s also a job, and just like any other job, it’s not something you want the average beer drinking Joe to have, regardless of how ‘down home’ and ‘relatable’ he seems. That’s why we tend not to elect people who run under ‘nicknames’ or on platforms of free nacho night every third Tuesday. It’s because politics is serious, with serious repercussions. I would not vote for a man or woman to the Presidency simply because I felt like I could have a beer with them. Voting is a job interview, after all, and I’d want them to do the job, not hang out. Save that sort of thinking for people you wouldn’t think to send to speak on behalf of America in Iran or China.
How does this lead back to empathy?
America has its issues, and our fragile political system, with its flaws and corruption, shouldn’t be immune to change. Occasionally electing an outsider whose rhetoric and policies diverge from the path of the same old empty promises can seem like a useful remedy. The status quo can only work for so long before it begins to work against the American people.
Donald Trump fit that description well.
So did Bernie Sanders.
Now, before we distract ourselves with conversations about corruption within the DNC, and arguments about why Clinton should have accepted that she could not have won against Trump, my summoning Bernie Sanders into this rant is not meant as an endorsement, but instead as an empathic understanding of one side’s thinking.
These two candidates seem to have grown out of a discourse that demanded change. They arose out of frustration, on both sides, of a Presidency mired in ‘do nothingness.’ Out of the frustration of watching Barack Obama either act in a manner that didn’t benefit the American people at large, or constantly battling a Congress that refused to work with him.
These two candidates represented a shift, especially toward the more extremes of each party: one toward the anger and racist bigotry associated with far-right thinking, and the other toward socialism.
Were I a supporter of Bernie Sanders I would, if nothing else, better understand how Trump came to crystalize the discourse of the Republican Party. How he kept his momentum and seemed ever more resilient against each disparaging and damning fact that came out about him.
I can empathize with this.
It makes sense.
If only the Democratic Party had realized that as well, I can’t help but think (from a liberal perspective at least) that we wouldn’t have a deplorable man as President.
The New Deplorables
During the campaign, Hillary Clinton referred to certain members of Trump’s support base as ‘deplorable.’
This is an apt description, given their, well, deplorable nature.
You’ve probably seen them. I have.
They wear t-shirts that support lynching members of the press.
They wear t-shirts that in some ‘clever’ way call Hillary Clinton a bitch.
They accost protestors.
They kick the wheelchair of a child with disabilities peacefully protesting at a Trump rally because of the way he mocks the disabled (side note: where you at, Sarah Palin, with your ire over the use of the term ‘retarded’ in even a benign context?).
They take to the internet with chants of MAGA!
They spread disinformation and hate.
They feed on discord and violence, and Trump eggs them on and supports them and blames the victims for their actions. The classic, well if you weren’t such a (insert insult here), I wouldn’t have called you that.
I’ve known a lot of these types of people in my time. They used to call me a ‘faggot’ for dressing a certain way or for reading during my lunch breaks.
For going back to school.
I sat once and listened to a group of them talk angrily about President Obama with statements like, someone should just kill him, while their children nodded in agreement.
They argued for years that Obama wasn’t an American, even after he supplied his birth certificate. They kept the argument alive by denying its accuracy, or incorrectly stating that Hawaii wasn’t a state when he was born there (he was born in 1961, and Hawaii became a state in 1959).
Out of curiosity, I checked the Facebook pages of the people I knew who were like this.
They voted Trump.
Now, whether any of this is correlative to the deplorable nature of Trump’s campaign rhetoric, and whether it is (again) fair to categorize all republican-voting Americans in this list of people (it isn’t, of course), it begs the greater question: perhaps they aren’t the deplorable ones.
A majority of Americans elected Donald Trump.
Maybe the people we thought were deplorable aren’t really the deplorables.
Maybe I am?
Maybe my type of thinking, or even just my way of life, is the new deplorable?
Here’s what I mean.
Prior to this election, the academic world was in great decline. Funding for state universities has been lessening more and more, and especially in the humanities, jobs are dwindling to nothing. People are being fired and tenured positions are disappearing. ‘Adjuncting’ is the new norm. A form of teaching where we receive less than minimum wage, no benefits, and no funding for research and/or conferences. It’s actually better to simply get a full-time job and do the whole academic thing as a hobby.
As well, there persists this notion that a college education isn’t valuable anymore. But I’d argue that this stems more than anything from a misunderstanding about what an ‘education’ means. Of course it doesn’t just mean a four-year degree. An education can be gained from courses taken at a community college, courses that vary from the most basic level of the humanities to more direct vocational training. Both of which share inestimable benefits. Or even from skills learned outside the context of a college setting. But this isn’t the misunderstanding I mean here. Rather, I’m referring to the idea that an ‘education’ consists mostly of taking classes and graduating. A misunderstanding, then, about the ‘college experience’ in general. For me, college is where people discover how to deal with difficulties. Where we are faced with the challenge of addressing different subjects all at once. Where we ‘grow up.’
Here’s an example: I was terrible at math. I failed every class in High School. When I finally went back to college I had to start at the beginning. Adding and subtracting. My homework was writing out numbers. One hundred. Four thousand, two hundred, and twenty five. I hated it. I worked hard. I studied. I got tutoring. I passed every class. Asked now, I couldn’t possibly remember how to do the things I learned in order to pass. But the point is, I learned them. I forced myself to learn a task and excel at it, regardless of how much I disliked it. Tell me that isn’t the sort of knowledge that might come in handy in the ‘real world.’
Nevertheless, the nation’s mood toward academia was bad before. It’s worse now.
From inside this context I’ve seen the rhetoric on the right side of things getting more and more combative against the ‘educated elite.’ When Britain’s own end-of-the-world scenario was decided (‘Brexit’), one of the rallying cries from the ‘leave’ campaign was the notion that we’re “tired of the experts.”
Anti-intellectualism is becoming more and more normalized. It’s being filled with conspiratorial accusations, the worst of which dealing with ‘Global Warming.’ I’ve known intelligent, rational people, for whom I hold great respect, deny any and all aspects involving the pollution and direct influence humankind has on the environment with passionate claims that the whole thing is a hoax in order to get us to pay more taxes. They reject academic articles on the subject, and published scientific findings because, in their lives, they’ve known academics who were corrupt or opinionated. I myself have been asked on a few occasions what my ‘agenda’ is in my own research, a response that stems directly from a mistrust of the academic world. A mistrust, I believe, that arises from negative personal experiences. It’s sort of like dismissing scientific data about the dangerous repercussions of fracking because a lecturer once gave you a poor grade for a paper you wrote about feminist narrative in 19th century southern fiction.
I’ve also seen angry contempt over the building of wind and solar farms, punctuated by the central issue of their aesthetic appeal. I’ve found myself arguing that perhaps the ugliness they see in wind turbines and solar panels is not necessarily the objects themselves, but what they represent. In this sense, a physical embodiment of the liberal lie that is Climate Change.
Conspiratorial thinking, based on feelings rather than facts.
Donald Trump, after all, thinks ‘Global Warming’ was invented by the Chinese.
My larger point here is that I’ve seen myself and others depicted as the new deplorables. This has been especially evinced over the last few days by colleagues who have described scenes of students crying in class, or the fact that here at Dartmouth a number of professors cancelled their lectures and instead held open office hours for those who wanted to talk.
Why, you might wonder?
Because the future for academia, for creativity and exploration, and especially for rational and objective thinking, seems to be heading toward an end.
And this isn’t just because some of the things we research are so easily politicized.
As a quick example, allow me to move away from the emotions of undergraduates at an IV university in New Hampshire to my own experiences.
I finished my PhD about a year ago and have been writing articles and chapters and books to ‘boost’ my CV. In that time I’ve applied for about 20 or so teaching positions or post-doctoral fellowships. The rejections I receive tend to have the same response. Thanks for the application, you look great, we’d love to have you, but we had about 200-500 applicants and only had space for one. This is pretty normal.
It also doesn’t help me that I research something that’s kind of sexy, but not really sexy enough. That’s my own fault.
Right now the academic market is currently flooded with applicants, and there just aren’t enough jobs for us. Which is getting worse. As I mentioned above, funding for new positions is getting cut. Departments are downsizing. Current lecturers and professors are fighting just to keep their own jobs.
In America, an academic CV just isn’t what it used to be.
Which is a direct result of the sort of discourse that will find support in Trump’s America. A PhD used to mean something. Now it’s something we might be better off hiding about ourselves.
Here’s another issue: since academia seems to be losing its support, and since the outcome is the adjunct solution mentioned above, where we might have found financial and beneficial support in the past, we are now finding ourselves in the position of having to decide whether or not to dismiss ever getting the PhD in the first place.
One of the first things Trump has vowed to do as President is repeal the Affordable Care Act, removing this basic service for millions and millions of Americans. Which means those of us surviving on an adjunct basis no longer have the medical benefits our universities don’t offer us. Meaning, while we could have nominally survived a few years before finding a full-time position, that option seems impossible now. Which makes it harder to boost one’s CV, which makes us less and less qualified for a full-time position.
In other words, it no longer makes financial sense working as an academic grunt if a basic injury might send me deeper in debt beyond the money I owe for the education I got in order to be an academic grunt.
See, it’s little actions like this, seemingly unrelated, that cause the biggest effect. The Affordable Care Act, from an academic perspective, was something that supported academic thinking by making the terrible situation of finding a job that much easier. Now, I’m better off working at Home Depot.
So in the end, people like me but without the benefit of an amazing wife whose employer offers spousal benefits are finding themselves at a crossroads. Which is why, even at the undergrad level, people are worried.
Couple this with the notion that in contemporary America, and especially in Trump’s America, academics are becoming personae non gratae, and we begin to see a growing issue.
Yet, and regardless of this, some of you might find yourselves asking if academics really matter that much? Why should we support people who just think about stuff or who have circle-jerk arguments about theories? Who don’t have ‘real jobs?’
To that I’d answer: because people who devote their passions to research and study and teaching provide a service immeasurable to the benefits of society.
We thrive on furthering intellectual thought.
We study religion, and law, and science, and provide the basis on which culture not only starts, but grows.
Because we are storytellers, and the world does not exist without stories.
Because without academic thought there is no democracy.
There is no dissemination of knowledge.
Because without academic thought, ignorance thrives.
And so does laziness.
Fight or Flight
So here it is, the end of this rant.
Here’s where I wrap up the whole thing and end on a positive note.
During the campaign, and especially since it ended, I’ve seen a lot of people talking about leaving America.
I admit, last Wednesday I thought about contacting friends and colleagues abroad for advice on attaining research visas. Maybe going back for another PhD. Which I would love to do. We loved living in Scotland. We loved traveling Europe. The last year has been difficult. The reverse culture shock is only getting worse.
And for many of us, Donald Trump’s success has brought us to a crossroads of fight or flight. The nightmare we thought just couldn’t happen has happened, and suddenly we’ve come to find ourselves as the new deplorables.
We find ourselves in the minority for promoting racial equality, same-sex marriage, the separation of church and state. We support the dangers of objectivity. Of rationality. Of not being lazy.
Maybe we should just run away. Run and hide someplace where this sort of thinking is welcomed and loved. What America used to be.
When I think about these two options I can’t help but consider one of them weaker than the other. What does it say about me as a person that when faced with an orange Mussolini Presidency I immediately run away?
What does it say about me if I don’t stand and fight for the democracy I hold so dear and sacred?
The idea of a Trump Presidency is a nightmare. Not just for those of us who didn’t vote for him, but for all of us.
Empathy and fairness aside, this man is the least qualified individual to have ever attained a political position of power in the history of the United States.
And it’s our job to ensure he doesn’t destroy it outright.
For that reason, I am staying here.
For that reason, I wholly accept that I am the new deplorable.
I embrace it.
I will be the constant annoying reminder that the America I have always known and loved is still here.
That they can’t just have what they want. That America doesn’t work like that. That this isn’t a monarchy. This isn’t a theocracy.
I will remind him and his followers that the First Amendment does not promote religion. It does not quiet Free Speech. It does not deny me the right to protest.
I will remind our new Vice President, our actual President by everything but name alone, especially after Trump realizes how hard the job is, that though he may be a Christian, a conservative, and a Republican (in that order), the American people are not. I will remind them both that this is not a Christian nation.
I will remind them that the First Amendment protects religious freedom by not infringing on it. By not promoting one belief over another. By keeping it out of political decisions. By removing it from state capitols and courthouses.
That the First Amendment protects their own religious beliefs from their own machinations.
I will remind the new Supreme Court that it is its job to ensure all Americans find equal protection under the Constitution. That it does not serve to promote, protect, and defend the Americans with whom the majority of Justices agree politically or religiously. That decisions are, and should be, difficult. That they need to look no further than their own history, to the history of Judicial America, to find the foundations of equality on which decisions like Snyder v. Phelps (2011) and Obergefell v. Hodges (2015) have been made.
Rather than lowering to his level and insulting his ‘tiny hands,’ I will remind President Trump why American democracy is so great. Every time he tries to do something unconstitutional, I will remind him why that document exists. When he tries to gag the press because he doesn’t like how the media (or the public) treats him, I will make sure he sees it.
I will remind him that equality is better than racism. That homosexuality is not a sin. I will normalize these things by living a life that accepts people, regardless of their ‘differences’ from me.
I will implore others to empathize. To understand why people might act out with violence, and argue that responding with violence isn’t always the best approach.
I will ask them to consider the heartache someone might feel in not being allowed to sit with the person they love as they die. To hold their hand. To kiss them. To cry with them. To be with the person they love more than themselves during a moment of fear and loneliness. And then I will ask them if they think the type of sex these people have should restrict them from this.
I will remind Trump’s America that as parents of daughters, and as grandparents to granddaughters, that normalizing sexual assault is an insult to humanity.
I will remind them that children need to learn that sexual assault is a crime, even if their President does it.
I will remind them of this because they’ve elected a President who thinks sexual assault is permissible because of someone’s financial worth or fame. I will force them to justify this decision. To explain their choice to their children. To explain why they decided to normalize these actions. Why they thought a ‘strong leader’ was worth electing a sexual deviant.
I will remind them that Planned Parenthood isn’t about abortion, it’s about women’s health. It’s about offering women a place where they can responsibly care for themselves, a place to find support and treatment.
I will remind them that abortion is legal in the United States, that American women have the right to make that choice, even when I don’t agree with it.
I will remind them that though America has immigration issues, and though we have illegal immigration issues, there are better resolutions than militarily rounding up and deporting people. That this was never a part of our social and civil infrastructure. That it only breeds more hate, and this is not how I want the world to see us.
I will remind President Trump that he must now do the job. That perhaps his own worst nightmare has come true.
I will remind him that this job requires more than just making empty threats built on the foundation of ignorant fears. That it is more than just riling up hateful crowds. That he must now do more than simply wave his hands and tell people that his plans are the best, really the best, better than anyone else’s.
I will remind our new Secretary of State that feelings are not more essential than facts.
I will remind them both that they have to speak to foreign leaders on behalf of all Americans and, worse for Trump, respect them. Especially the women. I will remind him that he can’t just dismiss Angela Merkel, perhaps soon to be leader of the free world, because, as we’ve seen, he has no respect for educated, rational women.
I will remind him that he now has to make decisions. Difficult decisions.
I will remind him that his decisions might cost America billions of dollars. That his decisions cannot only benefit Republican ideals, if he even knows what those are, beyond what is told to him by aides.
I will remind him that his decisions cannot only support white, Christian men.
I will remind him that his decisions cannot simply benefit Vladimir Putin.
I will remind the baby-boomers who elected him, who lived through the Cold War, that they might have just elevated a ‘useful idiot’ to the Presidency. That we are perhaps set to see America’s involvement in, and support of, a Russian invasion of Europe. Under the guise of protecting it from Islamic terrorism. Of our becoming a part of the new Axis Powers in a third World War: Russia, Britain, the United States. Do the bad guys know when they’re the bad guys, or does that realization only occur after they’ve lost?
I will remind him that he has to make decisions that don’t cause further damage to the already weakened peace of racial America. I will remind him that in the inevitable event of another Ferguson, he cannot simply militarize the police. That in the face of racial violence, from both sides, the best solution is found in locating the source of this violence, and resolving it there.
I will remind him that when he calls the spouses and parents of soldiers killed in the service of their country he cannot disrespect them or insult them because they’re Muslim or supported a different candidate.
He can’t call them cowards if they get captured.
I will remind Republican Americans that the next time they ask me to ‘thank a sniper’ or admonish me for not properly celebrating Memorial or Veterans day by thanking a veteran, that this man was their choice. That before they demand this sort of respect from me, they should first demand it of their Commander in Chief.
I will remind Trump’s America that anger is not an option.
That fear and hate are not American ideals. They are his.
They are not mine.
I will make myself inclusive to other’s beliefs, as I always have been. As I was taught by my parents and my grandparents.
I will find commonality with people who think me their enemy.
I will show them love and compassion and empathy when they show me hate.
I will defend their right to speak freely, to protest. Even when I don’t like what they say.
I will defend our right to do this together, and I will do it peacefully.
I will invite Republicans and Democrats to join me in this, in being the new deplorables. In finding harmony in our disharmony in an effort to preserve and protect all that has been great about America. To ensure America is as great as it always has been. To keep it safe during the inevitable hard times to come.
I will defend the disestablishment of religion in America, and I will do it by continuing my research. By writing about and publishing and teaching others about religion.
Mine will be a voice of American Atheism, a reminder that regardless of our own beliefs, the sacred right of religious free exercise, even in our darkest hour, remains sacrosanct and enduring.
Donald Trump is my President, and I will proudly be the new deplorable.