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WRD 402: Post 37

I don’t need to write another post on the 2016 presidential election.

I don’t need to write another post on the 2016 presidential election.

I don’t need to write another post on the 2016 presidential election.


So here’s another post on the 2016 presidential election.

And here’s a website called Trumpgrets [don’t worry, this will become relevant].

And here is a scream of bafflement and I-told-you-so indignation.

[insert scratchy, low- to medium-pitched scream of a tone varying between shrill and halfway toward a voiced, guttural sigh here]

And that’s basically it. The only reponse I can have to people who regret their vote for Trump is a single, personal scream. I do not scream at them, and I do not scream for the benefit or detriment of any other person; I scream because I wish for many things that have not come to pass, and will never come to pass. I scream because I could see the signs all along, and I was vocal about my observation—but other people saw things differently.

Those people believed that the anti-Trump hype was exaggerated and the problems he exhibited would be resolved; that the candidate they chose would grow with the office and represent their interests while fixing his flaws; that the overall benefit would outweigh the cost. But now many people are beginning to realize that the hype wasn’t so exaggerated, that the problems might not be resolved, that their interests may not be represented, that their candidate’s flaws may not be fixed, and that the benefit may not outweigh the cost.

I do not, cannot blame these people for being optimistic, because I know that the Trump voters who are rabid mysogynistic racists are in the extreme minority. I know that most voters were simply trying to find someone who represented, at least in part, the personal ideals they held—and though they may have disagreed with many of the positions of a certain candidate, they might have felt the few positions representative of their ideals were strong enough to warrant their vote. In essense, they voted because they agreed with a part of the whole, and that is the same reason behind my vote; I voted for my chosen candidate not because I supported each of her ideals, but because she represented more of my ideals than any of the other candidates on the field, and I was willing to accept her flaws in favor of that.

So I reserve my scream internally, in silent expression of the many reasons to regret voting for Trump, and in wishing that those regretful voters had been able to see things my way prior to the election. I do not scream at anyone or anything, because the harsh truth is that Trump voters cannot be written off as categorically prejudiced or idiotic or any other negative adjective; each had their reasons, and though I disagree with many of them, I can only do my best to convince them of my position calmly and rationally. Open discourse can resolve the rifts between us, and hopefully prevent another wildly antagonistic (both between the candidates and the voters) election.

And that is the key. No blame, no screaming (except when you need to let one out in a nice open field on a warm summer day), and no snap judgments against other people; instead, talk. Talk openly and inclusively. Talk to friends, neighbors, and—most importantly—state representatives. Talk and ask questions and make notes and listen, listen, listen. Because you could be right, or you could be wrong, and you need to understand that you are fallible and recognize that that isn’t a bad thing, and that this is how we all learn. Just as you are fallible, you are powerful; you have the ability to make a grand change, even with one small bit of effort at a time.

And if you’d like to get started on that grand change, here is a good guide to a first step.

[Not to say I’m going to stop reading Trumpgrets, though. Some of these are painfully hilarious.]

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