I turn on NPR, the last bastion of intelligent life in the broadcast journalism universe. Judy Woodruff has on her worried face. Mark Shields is mumbling, jumping from one disconnected thought to another (why do they keep him?). He is saying Hillary Clinton made a big mistake with the “basket of deplorables” and throws in the word redemption. Americans love redemption and his implication is that the deplorables are somehow fallen angels who have changed or will change their ways. As if a neo Nazi will discard his idea of white genocide and suddenly realize he had it all wrong.
I want to scream
David Brooks postulates about something. He complains about Hillary Clinton, her millions of plans and her loss of focus. It is her fault. Donald Trump is just a normal guy who’s running a better campaign. Only two minutes in and I leave the room.
I return and there’s Gwen Ifil and her round table of serious-faced pundits. Gwen wants to play Truth or Consequences tonight. She scurries from one subject to the next. One fellow makes sense in condemning Trump and his birther crap “major announcement” today. I take hope.
Gwen shows Trump’s latest video. Just an hour ago, he called on Clinton to disarm her Secret Service. “Then we’ll see what happens,” says the lunatic.
I cannot believe I’m hearing this.
Here is a circle of intelligent people led by a black woman who surely knows what the hell is going on, surely “gets it” in the way Joy Reid gets it. Gets that Trump and his hordes of deplorables ARE deplorable. Gets that Trump has just casually invoked violence upon Hillary Clinton.
Yet there they sit in their smug suits and complacent eyes. No blood pressure roars. No red-faced exclamation. Nope, just another Friday night, business-as-usual talk about Donald Trump, who has just called violence upon the Democratic presidential nominee.
I am dully aware that things are really fucked up. No other way to say it. Royally fucked up.
And which is worse: that it is NPR that now so casually accepts the lunatic that is Trump? Or that this distinguished circle is talking in such a calm, sane fashion about the lunatic? Or is it that no one is making the legitimate obvious connections between the alt-right/neo-nazi bent for violence and Donald Trump’s statement?
How could this be? Why is no one screaming? What is wrong with this world?
I have drifted toward an existential separation from this election for days now. Separation is better than flat-out defeatism. Because in my heart, I feel it is lost; Hillary has lost; we are definitely lost. No. No. No! It will not be. It cannot be.
This is not a ratings game. This is not some trumped-up drama posing as politics. This is real. People could be killed. More people will be killed, to be exact. Liberties will be forbidden. Women, people of color, gay and queers will all be subject to – anything. (And the Fraternal Order of Police have just endorsed the lunatic. I assume they will carry out any “punishments” the lunatic deems necessary.)
And so my thoughts go.
It is so hard to rein in the sick, frightening reality of today in America. It is so hard to counterbalance what I see, what I hear with a white glare of positivity.
The lunatic has set his locusts in motion. They’re salivating. They want blood; they ooze hate.
In 53 days, will the nightmare be over?