
Call this an intervention. We’re worried about you. For all our progressive friends, you’re embarrassing yourselves. Are you ok? Oh, disappointment is to be expected; emotionalism, you’ve always been emotional; but so many of you seem positively unhinged, and it’s concerning. Yes, you lost an election you thought was a certain win; and you lost it to a candidate you feel will damage or destroy our nation… welcome to our world circa 2008, 2012. But I’m serious, many of us are worried about how hard you’ve fallen, in some senses your grief seems darker than the loss of a spouse or a child. Those losses emanate from deep love, and that grief leaves a hole that can be healed with time. However, so much of the grief we see in this loss of an election finds its source and its end in hatred, and that is a dark wound that will only fester and consume you.
Your friends in the press did you no favors by lying to you, ignoring your candidate’s vulnerability, and exaggerating your opponent’s weaknesses. Your candidate did you no favors by painting the election as a life or death choice… and who would ever chose death, after all? Your party did you no favors by choosing rigging over motivating, ignoring and even insulting the electorate over listening to them, and so vilifying the opposition that defeat seemed an inconceivable impossibility.. These all led you down a garden path convincing you that your elite political view was the prevailing opinion across the nation; it wasn’t, and your Armageddon was made the worse because of the astonishing shock with which it came. Beyond the trauma of the loss, there lingers the fear of the future that your false prophets foretold. But be at peace, this is not the doom they prophesied, unless you make it so.
You were once our conscience. Oh, many of the ideas you came up with were half-baked, and unworkable, but you were the ones who had a heart… “bleeding heart liberals” you were mocked, because your compassion often overshadowed your reason. But you have become something else, something darker. As with religions of love and peace that degenerate to hate and control, so your high ideas have turned to party doctrine, anger, and the desire to deny choices, right or wrong, to your fellow citizens. Where once you cajoled and educated, now you insult and berate. You have gone from the angel on our shoulder to the tyrant on our necks, benevolent in your own eyes, but belittling in ours, imposing the dogma that has supplanted your morality. As with all wayward faiths, cries for freedom and life have been supplanted with shouts for justice and death at the center of your value system. Many of us would like to have a second choice available to us in any given election, but you have gone so far from us that we can no longer even consider you.
So Hillary’s quoting of Michelle Obama, “When they go low, we go high” is made the more hollow by the response to the election. She repeated the applause line regularly in her stump speech, though she never really committed to the sentiment behind it, and some of her supporters apparently define going high as going lower still. Critics of Mr. Trump strain to find examples of the supposed negative influence of his election in isolated incidents of ignorance. Ignorance is always easy enough to find if you’re looking for it; but harder to miss are the atrocious actions of the educated; the riots and atrocities on the left, the grief stricken young people who would often rather throw a tantrum than cast a ballot, and the unhinged behavior of educators, leaders, and even parents as they permit their rage to be visited on the most vulnerable among us.
There were times in the raising of my children when it felt as though my world was ending. Financial hardships, the loss of a job, the loss of a wife; yet always I knew that for my children, the supposed end of my world should not insinuate the loss of theirs. The womb extends beyond birth for the tender psyches of these little ones. When the election results came in, social media was flooded with the anguished cries of the forlorn, “What do we tell the children?”. And while this is hardly the cataclysm it is portrayed as, the question has been proffered, what do we do for our children when disaster strikes? We guard them, we protect them, we soften the harsh reality, we hide them, we mask our own fear, our grief, our anguish, we find them a safe space away from the conflagration… my God, we be their parents! The wonderful film “Life Is Beautiful” told the story of an Italian jew consigned to a concentration camp with his little boy during World War II. To protect the boy from both the physical and psychological threats of the camp he cleverly concocts an explanation of the situation for his son, that they are involved in a grand game of hide and seek, involving points and the prize of a real tank. Spoiler alert here, but while being marched off to his execution shortly before the camp being liberated, the father sees his son peeking out from his hiding place (link here). Immediately, he winks to the lad and resumes his act, saving the boy’s life, and his well being. At the cost of his own life, he preserved for his child the truth that even in the darkest of times, if we do not lose love, faith and hope, life is indeed beautiful. That is what parents do. If this election is a holocaust for you, it ought not be for them. Children are not your shield, your weapon, or a sacrifice to be offered on the frontline of battle, they are fragile sacred treasure to be protected at all costs.
IMHO: In the face of a political bloodbath, I offer the same advice to my progressive brothers and sisters that I gave to my conservative ones four years ago: Hold your head up, there is so much more to life than politics. As has been suggested the last go round for Republicans, Democrats need to rebrand themselves going forward. Take the lesson of the GOP, ignore those who suggest that rebranding means abandoning your values; only be sure they are values and not errors. Hillary’s downturn arguably began with the “basket of deplorables” comment where she labeled so many as racists, misogynists, homophobes, xenophobes, islamophobes… Do not double down on this disastrous strategy of alienating good people by villainizing them, for in this you become as the proverbial dog returning to its own vomit. Those words themselves should be radioactive for Democrats, which will be difficult since they comprise 90% of the progressive vocabulary. You can learn some new big words to make yourself seem intelligent. You don’t need to become Republicans, probably best for the Union if you don’t; only be civil, be kind, be loving, be noble, even if that’s not how you feel. Preserve the appearance of courage, the guarantee of safety; eschew fear, rage, and hatred. Pretend, as we all do, to be adults; the children are watching.








