
Oh, America. How far we have traveled since 8 November 2016. The wonders we have seen. The tragedies, the euphoria … the horror. Is this “Heart of Darkness”, or “Apocalypse Now”? Can we tell the difference?
I have felt so many different things these last four months. For quite a while, I was terribly depressed, and I despaired for the future of our country. That lasted until 21 January 2017, when I joined thousands of women and men in Civic Center Park, here in the Mile High City. It was incredibly inspiring! I felt, almost for the first time in perhaps decades, that we the people still have power, if we will but use it.
There is so much to criticize, and so much to lampoon, about the fledgling Trump regime, and thousands of words have already been written (and will yet be written) about those aspects of the fix in which we currently find ourselves. But there is something else about which I want to write: Democracy.
Democracy is the thing that is most endangered just now. It is under assault from many sides, but mostly from the increasingly isolated clique found at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, in Washington, D.C. Well, I think they’re increasingly isolated. They appear to think that things have never been better; that the Greatness of Donny Small Hands is spreading across the land, lighting lamps that have been dark for eight long years, lifting up the marginalized, the salt of the earth, the backbone of our great land. Amazing!
You see how easy it is to slip into caricature. Ok, there’s a lot of material to work with. But still … we have more important work to do.
Democracy, as I wrote above, is endangered now in America. And if it is endangered here, that means – and makes – the danger even greater elsewhere in the world. Journalists, newspapers, and television news organizations are demonized. Oh, there are exceptions: Fox News and Breitbart prominent among them. American intelligence agencies are lambasted, criticized, and accused of colluding with … someone. The supposed goal of the supposed collusion is the thwarting of the Trump administration and its agenda, whatever the latter actually is on any given day. It’s hard to tell, I know, but so insecure is Donny Small Hands, and so great his need for adulation, to say nothing of affirmation of every random thought that falls out of his head, that he sees enemies and plots everywhere, and slights which must be answered in the form of tweets in the middle of the night, or perhaps unconstitutional executive orders.
Against this wall of noise from The Donald and his fellow travelers, there has risen up, in a miraculously short time, a great deal of resistance. Donny has only been president for 51 days – a bit over seven weeks. I know it seems longer, but, yes, only seven weeks. In this time, massive protests have arisen, in many forms and many places, all over the country. That has been wonderful to see, but it is also wonderful to see journalists really act like journalists. To me, that means approaching stories and events with a certain amount of skeptical curiosity. It also means speaking the truth, regardless of how unpleasant that may be.
It further means that when the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue lies, print and video journalists must call that just what it is: A Lie. Twice in the last few weeks, for example, an editorial in the Denver Post has carried a headline with the words “Lying Trump” in them.
Two newspapers must be singled out for their determined work to ferret out factual information (versus alternative facts), and then present it to the country: The Washington Post and The New York Times. Journalists and editors and publishers at both newspapers are providing an irreplaceable service for the country, and we must not allow the loud forces of obfuscation and distraction to change that fact.
It strikes me that the election of Donald Trump has had a galvanizing effect on the spirit of this nation, pushing us in directions of resistance and commitment that the election of Hillary Clinton might not accomplished.
So, hooray for ineptitude! Hooray for hubris! Hooray for narcissism!
We may yet save ourselves. The past indicates that such a reversal is possible. Difficult times call up unforeseeable acts and strengths out of ordinary people. But we cannot afford to be complaisant. We cannot afford to pretend that what is happening now to our country and our politics is even remotely ‘normal’.
I will do what I can. I hope you will too.
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