Less than one week to go before this mudslinging exercise is over and I – as an American transplant, am torn between voting my conscience or casting that single ballot in an effort to shore up a sham democracy against the American Mussolini.
First, I would like to make one thing clear. I am not a Hillary hater nor do I worry about color or gender when it comes to presidency. Most importantly, I do not care one cent about email-gate nor the four Americans killed in Benghazi under Hillary Clinton’s watch. Considering the hundreds of thousands of Iraqis, Libyans and Afghanis killed as a result of elective interventionism, I find it obscene to lament the loss of four Americans stationed as regime change operators in Libya. Call it cost of doing business the same way we write off non-American casualties. Basta!
At the same time I am amazed that so many are horrified at Trump as if he were an anomalous specimen who sprang out of nowhere – an orange wound festering like an unsightly mutation in an otherwise healthy democracy.
Au contraire, not only is he the misplaced embodiment of the same anti-establishment rage catalyzed by neo-liberal economic failures that brought out the Bernie supporters, but also the poster child for our revered American exceptionalism which has given us militarized police at home and the planetary mandate for preemptive strikes anywhere at any time. What’s the matter? Is it the sanitized veneer customarily delivered by Wolf Blitzer you miss, or the wooden faced white house speaker and inside the beltway suits reassuring us that we are the good guys trying to keep America safe.
From the vantage point of someone who is still resisting the “Exceptional” Kool-Aid both candidates are the byproducts of the state of our democracy and every bit the unapologetic embodiment of our American values. Hillary, the face of the reviled establishment most of us say we hate but are too fearful to change; and Trump, the shameless child of the unbridled individualism we celebrate in this country; the product of every man for himself culture that worships the pursuit of success by amassing all things material; of money and power; of empty promises that peddles the dream that you too can be rich and successful, and can own anything, including beautiful woman. And that unlike our European socialist counterparts, there is no shame in flaunting boundless opulence at the penthouse of the most prestigious address in the very heart of the Capital City that put the “C” in “Capitalism”. Isn’t that the essence of the American dream?
Now what exactly is Trump saying that is so shocking and repulsive? Build a wall across the border? Ship Mexicans back home? Ban Moslems from coming here? Or is it really the first time you hear that he who owns the gold commands the most pussies? Doesn’t anybody watch TV commercials anymore or do you folks simply TIVO and fast forward to the next act on the remote? How long do you think the advertising industry would last if delinked from the image of success and the promise of sex?
Simply scratch that puffed up bellicose surface of the Donald and you shall see what lies beneath the orange veneer is not that unfamiliar.
We were compartmentalizing and marginalizing each other long before Mr. Trump descended on that golden escalator? It takes just one look at our official forms to realize the systemic nature of these divisions. The red white and blue melting pot is a myth, at best we are a mosaic of hyphenated existences; a nation of a “white” dominant culture who believes itself to be the rightful owner of all things American, and a slew of hyphenated “others” – African-American, Native-American, Asian-American, Hispanic-American, all dutifully crossing the appropriate boxes on forms, owning our hyphenated labels, even signing petitions to create new labels where none exists, all the while struggling for equal rights, equal privilege and equal time.
The history of oppression stretches back from the gun slinging days of good guy cowboys against bad guy Indians, to the modern day systemic racism and violence against citizens of color by brutal force whether in Ferguson, Baton Rouge, NYC, Chicago, Baltimore, Charleston or elsewhere.
Since 9/11 Department of Homeland Security and the Department of Defense have jointly poured a staggering $39 billion into police force militarization, funding over 50,000 SWAT deployments a year, conducting combat style raids with assault weapons in our most vulnerable and underprivileged communities. Bringing violence and segregation home predates Mr. Trump whose hateful language simply mirrors policies already in place with either tacit approval of those at the helm, or very timid pushback as a result of an increasingly angry Black Lives Matter movement.
Today in the U.S. we have 2.3 million, mostly African American and Hispanic youth, caught in a largely privatized prison system, the highest rate of incarceration in the world, more than a four fold increase during the last three decades of both Republicans and Democrats and specifically as a result of policies enacted during the Clinton presidency. In light of the current trends, feigning horror at Trump’s divisive language seems disingenuous to say the least.
With regard to borders and walls, Trump is recycling old material. 2.5 million undocumented immigrants were deported just in the last eight years earning Obama the title “deporter-in-chief”; this represents a 23% increase in summary deportations compared to the Bush era – a trend that Mr. Trump would no doubt approve, but can take no credit for. Incidentally, despite the collective ridicule we heap on the idea of a wall on our southern border, this is a gentle reminder that Democrats and Republicans alike, have supported, even subsidized the Israeli Wall along the occupied West Bank without any qualms. Every American administration, Red or Blue, and Hillary Clinton in particular, has defended Israeli aggression each time Palestinians have shown even the slightest resistance to an immoral and brutal occupation. So – enough about the Wall. Hypocrisy has its limits.
As for the Muslim ban; after an illegal invasion of Iraq and blatant culpability in upending the Middle East as a result of two gulf wars, a 13 year U.S. lead embargo and years of occupation which generated 4 million displaced Iraqis; according to UNHCR, by 2007, U.S. had only taken in a mere 6,000 of these unfortunate souls; and each year after that, according to the Department of Homeland Security, the admission rates were limited to no more than a few hundred Iraqis.
And in Syria, in spite of our direct funding, aiding and complicity in a proxy war that devastated the country leading to millions fleeing American made weapons whether at the hands of ISIS, Al Nusra, Ahrar al-Sham, FSA or others; less than 2,000 Syrians have so far been admitted and only after 18-24 months of arduous vetting. Apparently as Americans we demand unfettered access everywhere, but even the most unfortunate victims of our actions around the world have to suffer at least an additional two years before being considered. From over 4.5 million refugees reported by Amnesty International, the Migration Policy Institute in Washington DC states that only 10,000 Syrians have been proposed for admission to the U.S. – not exactly a full ban — but come on!
So, come November 8th, do vote. Consider all the options and vote for the candidate of your choice. But most important, no matter who you pick, don’t write off Trump as an inexplicable phenomenon from nowhere. The violence, the bullying, the sexism, racism, virtually every part of him that disgusts you represents a part of America, albeit without the window dressing we are accustomed to. The America where violence and sex are the main drivers, from our multi billion dollar film industry to the corporate stock markets. The America where our kids train competitively to shoot make-believe bad guys on video games, then grow up to hunt down real ones as drone operators. The America where owning a gun is a right, but health care a privilege; where the war on terror has blurred the lines between communities and war zones, and turned potential friends to feared terrorists. The America where even the Noble Peace Prize winning president is barred from apologizing when he travels to Hiroshima on the anniversary of the only atomic bombs ever dropped on humanity, yet is outraged when a boat flying its flag is detained when it veers into Iranian waters.
Come November 8th, do vote. Vote Hillary, if you believe it is time to shatter that glass ceiling, no matter who the female, or if you believe that she might deliver a few incremental changes after she has paid back her real constituents, the ones who delivered her the Whitehouse. Truth of the matter is that she probably will, if the political costs are not too high. But it would be a sad day if after the millions who demanded a revolution, the hopeful Bernie supporters, as well as the deluded Trump supporters, that we end up shoring up the same corrupt establishment which has given us this crisis.
It would be ironic, if after the dust settles we realize instead of recognizing Trumpism as a symptom of all that is wrong with our political system, we further entrench it, taking refuge in its safeness, seeking comfort in the illusion of stability. Because we did not have the courage to imagine something different.
I can almost hear Hillary now: “Come back to mommy. I told you it was scary out there.”