Life is notorious for making you believe it’s going one way, when it’s actually going another.
I have often thought the best of the world, of its people, only to have the rug pulled from under my feet with the realization that this is not actually the case. I work, as i thought most do, upon the precept that humans aspire to certain heights; that we, collectively, favour the kinder heart, the more tolerant soul, the nobler being. It’s never felt a naive or a particularly foolish assumption, but more an unspoken agreement that we work towards betterment, that aspiration is not only desirable, but a necessary element of life. I assumed this sentiment was shared by the greater populace of the planet.
Donald Trump has cured me of this affliction.
To be fair, Trump himself is as inconsequential as a worthless idea written upon a scrap piece of paper and stuffed in a drawer. It, in and of itself, means nothing. It is when that idea is given voice, when it is believed and taken up by others that the problem occurs. I could care less about Trump, there are a million of him in the world. He is nothing new. Nothing original. Of little consequence.
Yet he has illuminated the human condition for me. And I am grateful for that.
My disappointment is in humanity. They have shown themselves to be the antithesis of what I thought them to be. I am saddened by the state of the world, it is in a far poorer condition than I ever could have imagined. Are people so lost, are they so broken that they need to look for a savior; a bringer of change? Do they feel so incapable, so immolated by the system that they would cast their lot with one possessed of so little honour; commit to a soul of such little nobility?
Every vote for Trump was a vote against art. It was a vote against expression. A vote against freedom. Every vote was a stone cast against the world I would like to live in. It has left me feeling betrayed and hurt. Not by a corporate shill with a sneeze for a haircut, but by the people who have allowed themselves to be duped;who have shown themselves to be capable of acting upon irrational fear with equally irrational action.
I am glad to know this of the world, of people. I feel fortunate to know the true nature of those who dwell upon this marble alongside me. I have seen behind the curtain of the great and powerful Oz and witnessed the huddled, naked, small and terrified humanity that lies there.
Thank you, Donald Trump. For showing the true quality present in this world at this time. For exposing so many for the scared children they truly are. You have made me sad for this world. I had no idea how angry, how lost it was until now. It has changed everything.
We now follow those who are less than us. We no longer aspire. We have allowed ourselves to be defined by our fears. I understand now.
Fear itself has happened.
God bless America.