Good luck, America
I check the polls twice a day. It should calm my nerves, but recent events have proven that nothing is inevitable and that polls are only fleetingly reassuring.
UK politics is inextricably linked to that of the US, perhaps even more so now that we’ve left the EU. America is our largest and most powerful ally, so where they go, we usually follow. We share the big things: language, culture, democracy & love of McDonald’s — but are perplexed by the guns, the crazy health care system, intense evangelicals and FOX News. We accept these as American foibles. It’s not like we don’t have our own problems. Even so, the Trump presidency has been intensely worrying for many in the UK. Deep down, we worry that it might happen to us.
The election of Trump did something to America, just like Brexit did to us. It turned cracks into fault-lines. The fuel for discontent has been gathered for generations, and was primed to burn. Trump was the spark, and an unwanted reminder that order and chaos are precariously balanced.
I’ve been trying to think of the standout moments for me. At first, there were the lies. At first they seemed outrageous, but the rapidity quickly normalised them. The moment I remember most is Charlottesville. Young men carrying tiki torches in the dark, eyes burning with hatred. There was something medieval about it, and I’ve never been able to forget it.
How do you fix America? From this distance, it seems a problem too big to solve. But the first step, surely, is to evict that orange twat from the White House.
Good luck, America. Please, god, make something nice happen this year.