Make America Hate Again
“Hate, it has caused a lot of problems in the world, but has not solved one yet.” Maya Angelou
It turns out that it was not just the economy that brought out the Trump supporters but the shame that the white working class had previously felt about themselves. The Right was very successful in campaigning on the premise that it wasn’t the white working class that failed but some other villain – Muslims, Jews, Liberals, African-Americans, Immigrants, Gays, Feminists, the Media – the list keeps growing.
The liberals and the media did not understand this deep level of classicism between the haves, have less or have-nots.
Right or wrong Donald Trump gave them back some pride. In doing that, he gave license to their rage and has done nothing to stop that.
I now live in an artsy, racially mixed (and by that I mean interracial couples) neighborhood. I am at the beach and there are many visitors on the weekends. I was walking my dog and there was a truck double parked facing in the wrong direction. A man driving by got out of his car to ask him what he was doing. They were both white. The truck was an Escalade type thing. The car was the cheaper Mercedes model. The Mercedes driver wore a Hawaiian flowered shirt. They were arguing and it was getting ugly. As is my New York custom, I crossed the street to avoid trouble. The truck driver yelled, “You are such a fucking faggot. You are a big loser. Did you vote for Hillary?”
The racism, sexism and xenophobia that Trump used to advance his candidacy had found its way to my street. When things happen right in front of you, it is hard to stay open and indifferent. White hate speech against white people in a very liberal neighborhood is new. It is nothing new for black or gay people anywhere. Venice is the kind of mixed arty community that people move into to avoid this. The big conversation among strangers here is how are the waves today or look at that sunset. The lid against hate has been blown off.
I still say that I wasn’t brought up to hate. I grew up in the shadow of the Holocaust, McCarthyism and my parents’ fears. I was raised not to sign anything, peacefully protest but not call too much attention to yourself by leading the march.
A younger couple had heard it as well and they walked up to me. He is blond. She is Asian. They asked how it started. “Stay safe,” they say when they walk away.