Clinton

Yes, Mrs Clinton, it is.  And if America had abolished the “Electoral College” decades ago, as it should have, your message would carry weight. But instead, winning the Popular Vote by an 800,000 ballot margin will have to be cold comfort for you. In the meantime, a large part of that American Dream is now being entrusted to a man to blew a dog whistle into the ears of white supremacists, xenophobes, misogynists, and religious zealots while telling everyone else that he was the cure to what ailed them. He’s not just a snake oil salesman… he is the very snake oil he was selling.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t narrow my focus when assessing Trump. An American friend said he didn’t understand the FEAR of Trump. I tried to explain it a little but don’t know how well I did. The fear is because the social climate in America has changed in the wake of this election. It’s easier to call Muslims terrorists. It’s easier to call Mexicans criminals. It’s easier to call Blacks uneducated. It’s easier to call transgender people perverts. Gays, lesbians, Jews… It’s easier to marginalize anyone who isn’t a white Christian today because that was part of Donald Trump’s path to victory.

Some people, I’m sure, voted for Trump because they honestly believed that that’s the level of change that was needed. I’m not worried about those people.  Disappointed but not worried.  The real problem is that making Trump the new “leader of the free world” tells too many bad people that they’ve been right about their insane ideas all along. It’s going to make them bolder about expressing their hate. And that’s going to get people hurt. It’s going to ruin lives in many big and small ways.

I don’t personally have to worry about getting a safe and legal abortion or having my marriage to my same sex partner invalidated or be sent back to my war-torn homeland, but I worry for those who might.

I’m also worried about the people who would kick a disabled kid’s wheelchair at a political rally. The guy who would chant “Jew-S-A” on camera. The guy who would lean into a car window and tell a black man that “black lives don’t matter” and “we should’ve sent all you n—-rs back to Africa after slavery” while also chant “Trump! Trump! Trump!”  Or the woman who stopped my Detroit postal worker friend the day after the election to taunt him about Trump winning. I’m worried about the people who spray paint “Go Trump” on the black church they are burning down.  and the now-hundreds of other incident of racial aggression that took place during and after the election cycle that have Donald Trump’s name attached to them.

I’m worried that if I continue visiting the United States, I’ll end up getting into an altercation with some redneck Klansman or hateful old woman or napoleon-complex cop or drunken frat boys. That might be a one in a million chance. But who wants to win that lottery? Why would I even buy a ticket?

With that said, a few nights ago, I had to book a flight to San Francisco for January. I have an obligation to my Mother to spread a portion of her ashes into the Pacific and the weekend I’m going will be the first anniversary of her passing. After that weekend, I WILL NOT BE RETURNING TO THE UNITED STATES. I don’t want to have problems. I don’t want to get into fights. I don’t want to be afraid. I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING DIE.

Even if, beyond all logic, President Trump makes the American economy the strongest it’s ever been, the damage this election cycle has done to society itself is horrifying.