Morning in the pariah state
David Remnick in the New Yorker:
The election of Donald Trump to the Presidency is nothing less than a tragedy for the American republic, a tragedy for the Constitution, and a triumph for the forces, at home and abroad, of nativism, authoritarianism, misogyny, and racism. Trump’s shocking victory, his ascension to the Presidency, is a sickening event in the history of the United States and liberal democracy. On January 20, 2017, we will bid farewell to the first African-American President—a man of integrity, dignity, and generous spirit—and witness the inauguration of a con who did little to spurn endorsement by forces of xenophobia and white supremacy. It is impossible to react to this moment with anything less than revulsion and profound anxiety.
Fear. “Anxiety” is too mild. I’m terrified. Everyone I know is terrified.
There are, inevitably, miseries to come: an increasingly reactionary Supreme Court; an emboldened right-wing Congress; a President whose disdain for women and minorities, civil liberties and scientific fact, to say nothing of simple decency, has been repeatedly demonstrated. Trump is vulgarity unbounded, a knowledge-free national leader who will not only set markets tumbling but will strike fear into the hearts of the vulnerable, the weak, and, above all, the many varieties of Other whom he has so deeply insulted. The African-American Other. The Hispanic Other. The female Other. The Jewish and Muslim Other.
I would have put the female Other first, because after all we’re a full half of the population. Trump has lacerating contempt for half the population, plus non-WASP men.
All along, Trump seemed like a twisted caricature of every rotten reflex of the radical right. That he has prevailed, that he has won this election, is a crushing blow to the spirit; it is an event that will likely cast the country into a period of economic, political, and social uncertainty that we cannot yet imagine. That the electorate has, in its plurality, decided to live in Trump’s world of vanity, hate, arrogance, untruth, and recklessness, his disdain for democratic norms, is a fact that will lead, inevitably, to all manner of national decline and suffering.
We’re going to be a pariah state. There’s no question about that. We’re going to rank with Mugabe’s Zimbabwe…but a Zimbabwe with nukes and a gigantic military.
Trump began his campaign declaring Mexican immigrants to be “rapists”; he closed it with an anti-Semitic ad evoking “The Protocols of the Elders of Zion”; his own behavior made a mockery of the dignity of women and women’s bodies. And, when criticized for any of it, he batted it all away as “political correctness.” Surely such a cruel and retrograde figure could succeed among some voters, but how could he win? Surely, Breitbart News, a site of vile conspiracies, could not become for millions a source of news and mainstream opinion. And yet Trump, who may have set out on his campaign merely as a branding exercise, sooner or later recognized that he could embody and manipulate these dark forces.
An avowedly misogynist racist man who got rich by cheating and exploiting people and who spends his leisure hours spraying out insults on Twitter – that’s who is succeeding Barack Obama.
It could not be worse.
My husband and I were saying last night that the UN should declare us a rogue state. We have just elected the rapist-in-chief, and probably not in spite of his horrific comments about women and minorities, but because of them. We are obviously not fit to govern ourselves.
Hillary apparently won the popular vote by a thin margin.
America probably should be a pariah state, but won’t, because the anglosphere is already beginning to suck up to him. Australia’s leaders in particular will continue their fine tradition of brownnosing the American president, as laid down by John Howard committing us to the awful ‘coalition of the willing’ during Bush’s tenure.
Oh, yes it will. Maybe not a full-on pariah state, not literally like a Zimbabwe, but in many many ways yes it will.
It couldn’t be worse? Be careful there.:/ Fuck. I’m an ocean away and I feel an ulcer coming on. I need a break.