An odd thing has happened since last week. I’ve started warming to Donald Trump. Maybe it was his gracious acceptance speech or some of his appointments. Maybe it’s that I want the best for America. But mainly, if I’m honest, it’s the gibbering, drooling, pant-hooting rage of the other side.
It started a few hours after the polls closed when I read an article by the editor of the New Yorker, David Remnick, which contained, without irony, the following sentence: “Fascism is not our future — it cannot be; we cannot allow it to be so — but this is surely the way fascism can begin.”
I can’t believe this needs saying, but America is a pluralist democracy. It has just conducted a free and peaceful election, as a result of which power will be transferred in an orderly manner, without anyone being exiled or shot.
The winner reached out to those who hadn’t voted for him, asking for their help and guidance; the loser made a fine concession speech; the outgoing president put his staff at his successor’s disposal to ensure a smooth transition. Fascism?