Thoughts on the Last day of the Purported “Yes We Can” President
These observations are very personal and somewhat emotional, hence, not totally objective, though that’s what I’ve tried to be. It’s a sad day for me.
Eight years ago was a day full of hope and promise, a sense of national redemption brought tears to my eyes, a sense of relief that the belligerent, anti-libertarian Bush years were to be replaced by an era of justice, equity, respect and honesty. I had my doubts, serious doubts based on very slight and indirect interaction with the then president-elect who had made it clear he was not the peace loving, fair minded soul his supporters seemed to see, and on the lack of concern reflected in observations shared by the business as usual crowd, what we now call the one percenters, but somehow, hope, as unrealistic as an objective observer might have deemed it, was the overwhelming emotion, and pride that America just might have started to overcome its racist and xenophobic past.
Today, as hindsight starts to crystalize, my primary emotion is of betrayal and wasted opportunities. This despite the ameliorating fact that GOP intransigence and dedication to destruction of the Obama presidency made real success improbable. Still, the Obama I expected would not have caved in so easily or so often on so many things, he would not have so utterly ignored human rights, international law, or the needs of the American common man and woman. He was who he was, not who I hoped he’d be, and we desperately needed something different. He leaves the world a less secure place, the economic plight of all but the wealthiest unresolved, liberty and justice diminished, polarization vastly increased and our political and journalistic institutions, if not in ruins, very much more disparaged than when he entered.
The emergent Trump era seems to me utterly unpredictable which is better than predictably horrible (as portrayed by the mainstream media and Democrats unwilling to face the reality of their defeat), but certainly not comforting. I fear primarily for the social and civic rights which have been ascendant in the world of late, but which have faced stiff theocratic resistance and will now face a theocratic backlash. Still, that backlash may in turn result in popular rejection of the mores of the past which refuse to realize their days are over. I fear that the consumerist-industrial-military complex which is destroying the planet will roam unrestrained and that the damage will prove impossible to fully repair. I fear that the Zionist holocaust against the Palestinians in particular and Muslims everywhere in general will accelerate, enabled by American political corruption, a new Sodomic and Gomorric alliance solidified. But perhaps it will be an era where the errors of our ways during the past century will become so obvious that we and the world will finally reject them. And of course, just maybe, the changeable Mr. Trump will see the light and find a more positive third way. After all, all of the more serious concerns I have with respect to the negative potential aspects of his administration reflect the perspective of the theocratic wing of the GOP, and I doubt that Mr. Trump’s heart beats there.
I wonder what I‘ll be feeling as the Trump Era winds down?
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