The Work

 Once again, I'm cracking open this musty old blog that died under Trunp. I had this plan to dust it off, exercise my brain in a fun way, and write about how my "not ready for Christmas music" was messing up my enjoyment of Christmas music, Instead...

Look, that verdict yesterday wasn't surprising - it wasn't just the judge's million pound thumb on the scale, it was the massive weight of American white supremacist authoritarianism and resentment. But it was still enraging. Because we keep talking about the wrong thing!

I'm tired of giving any air to that weepy, baby-faced fascist. I'm tired of the American media endlessly trying to humanize him - a person whose whole entire raison d'etre is inextricably tied up in the worship of authoritarianism, in denying the humanity of others. Suffice it to say, you don't walk into public spaces wearing one of those goddamn giant guns without hoping you'll get to use it - they are the most cowardly expression of "patriotism". 

Suffice it to say, I am no longer concerned with the feelings of those who value property over people.

But I know so much about that fucking strapped-up authoritarian asshole. And when I do a google on Anthony Huber, I can find out he had a daughter and he loved skateboarding, I guess. JoJo Rosenbaum had some mental health issues. Jacob Blake had a knife ... in the car, not on him. But I guess, still? Derek Chauvin is in jail, so George Floyd's murder is all taken care of, I guess? 

We have to stop bending to the narrative shifts that distract us. 

I don't think I'm being histrionic when I say we are teetering on the edge of fascism. This is not about squishy white guilt. This is not about getting a cookie for being woke (god, I hate that word). This is about how every white person in America knows (and likely loves) someone who embraces an increasingly violent, racist, authoritarian ethos and we stay polite about it. We all know how the Nazis happened now. We're living it. 

So this is my exhortation to the Whites - every single one of us needs to be keeping our own houses tidy. We have to call fascism by its name, reject Trumperism in all its formats. Show up at school board meetings, vote in every election, donate money where we can, and, most importantly, tell the people we love that we will not stand for white supremacy in our homes, no matter how inconvenient that is.

Maybe start here. Here's one neat trick. Tell the people you love that if they won't say it in front of a Black person, then they shouldn't say it in front of you. Because, white people, we all have to admit we've let things pass in the interest of keeping the peace, of avoiding the awkward. But we all need to stop being safe white spaces; we need to do whatever we can to urge the people we love to think about their own reactionary, unexamined racism. 

There's so much work to be done and it all needs to be done by white people, in white places; where we're not performing it for Black people. It's not about a baby-faced assassin with a permanent hard-on for the police. It's about all the ways we abet a slide into fascism by allowing its white supremacist roots simply to go unremarked on.

Hi, It's Me Again

Look, I know it's been a million years and it's not like folks have exactly been clamoring for the return of this dumb blog (or, really, any blog). But I have got to stop talking to myself in the car, even if mobile devices provide plausible deniability that someone else is actually listening to me rant. They do, right? Or is there a TikTok out there called "Crazy white lady speechifying to no one in her Passat?"

I've been listening to the Slate Slow Burn podcast about the Clinton impeachment. At one point, one of the players in the whole gross thing talked about how she supported it since Bill Clinton was disrespecting the same office that Ronald Reagan wouldn't even enter unless he was wearing a jacket.

That was how literary agent Lucianne Goldberg justifies telling Linda Tripp that she was making a good and moral choice to secretly tape her conversations with Monica Lewinsky. I mean, this is rationalization as an art form!

Also: Do you think Goldberg imagines respectful Reagan in his jacket, ignoring the tens of thousands of gay American men dying of AIDS under his watch? How about when he was fine tuning his toxic, racist "welfare queen" myth? Maybe as he was engineering the "trickle down" economic policies that are why we're all gonna have to work until we drop (basically so Jeff Bezos can have $182 billion instead of only $80 billion, like a common dock worker or something!)

The way that so many on the American right perform respectfulness while supporting policy that does deep, sustained damage to real American citizens. I hate it.

It is not all I hate.

In service to my plan to really lean into grumpy middle-aged lady, oh my god, I hate those two damn Aaron Sorkin clips from West Wing and The Newsroom that lefties have been sharing on Al Gore's internet since the day he bestowed it upon us. It's not just that the image of middle-aged men wagging their fingers and hollering at young women irritates me on a molecular level... although it really really does. And it's not my endless frustration with Sorkin's undying conviction that we can only be led from the desert by a good-talking white man. What gets me the most is the sheer number of people who seem to believe it. People who believe that when confronted with their hypocrisy and venality by passionate, honest, and, most importantly, real good-talking white men, the bad guys will be moved to change. They'll stand up like the religiloon Bartlett yelled at. They'll be chagrined like the girl that Jeff Daniels broadly insulted using incredibly sexist language... I'm sorry, I meant to say "the young woman to whom Jeff Daniels told the truth about America."

Y'all. If the ghost of Joseph Welch, bedecked in chains all Jacob Marley style, showed up at his bedside and said "at long last, have you no dignity," Mitch McConnell would sigh, say "it's adorable you think I give a hoot about dignity," tuck his head back into his shell and carry on with whatever evil fucking plan he has to wrest democracy away from American citizens and into the hands of his fellow soulless rapacious American money goblins.

Lookit, I am a big fan of good talking. I love a soaring speech. I'm a pacifist and a coward, but I think that "once more unto the breach" thing would have had me reaching for the nearest broadsword. A good speech inspires people to action, makes them feel less alone in the world, less crazy in their awareness of how scary things are. I come not to bury Sorkin, but to praise him (untrue - I am not a fan, but even he would allow me a wee rhetorical flourish). I love a good speech. But they will move not a single Trump fan and it is dangerously naive to think they will. 

Lucianne Goldberg, and all those obscenely wealthy Republican power brokers are far too comfortable worshipping at the wholly fictional altar of Ronald Reagan and "respect" and "dignity" to be made uncomfortable.  Republican senators have been inoculated against shame. The regular folks who have leaned into Trumpism cannot be pried away from the "fake news" defense. Good speechifying, as much as I love it, will not bring folks who've made a virtue of naked power grabbing into the liberal fold. They're a lost cause.

America is not. I don't believe that we are a lost cause. But we're gonna have to drag those motherfuckers along to progress as they dig in and resist at every turn. We're gonna have to prise their wallets out of a vise grip to make 'em pay their taxes. We cannot talk them into caring.

Also, FWIW, you're probably not actually going to bring a 20 year old into the fold by calling her "sorority girl" and talking about her "accidentally walking into a voting booth." God, I hate that clip.

Next time I come back I'll be less grumpy. Maybe.