You start out in 1954 by saying,
"Nigger, nigger, nigger.” By 1968, you
can’t say ‘nigger’—that hurts you.
Backfires. So you say stuff like forced
busing, state’s rights, and all that stuff.
In the Book of Revelation, the Lamb of God opens four seals, summoning forth the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The White Horse rides in the name of conquest and pestilence. The Red Horse for war; civil war and the assault on Christians. The Black Horse is, of course, famine. And the Pale horse is Death, the destroyer of empire.
Our esteemed ruler places mouth to microphone and calls the caravan of Central American asylum seekers, “an assault on our nation”. He calls it “a ploy to destroy America...to bring us to our knees.” He describes it as “an invasion”. He tweets, “Many Gang Members and some very bad people are mixed into the Caravan.” He calls it “a national emergency.” He declares a national emergency. He tweets, “They [Democrats] want Open Boarders for anyone to come in. This brings large scale crime and disease.” He accuses Democrats of planning the caravan. He accuses George Soros of funding it.
These dog whistles pierce and burn the ears of Trump’s base. They hearken to biblically and historically instilled fear.
In a recent interview with Christian Broadcasting Network, Sarah Sanders said she believes god placed Trump in the White House to uphold Christian values and concerns.
Consider Ellis Island. The Irish, the Jews, the Poles, the Italians were all said to be out to destroy this White Evangelical Christian Nation.
Christian values are constantly threatened; whether it be from Super Predators, crack cocaine, AIDS, communists, video games, Tupac, Harry Potter, etc.
The War on Christmas justifies the Muslim Ban.
And these are hardly fringe opinions. In fact, the opinions need not be extremist at all. When our ruler decries ‘Sharia Law’, he doesn’t need calls for the destruction of Islam (though he’ll take them because they are useful to him), all he needs is to stoke the flames of doubt. It’s not hate, it’s fear he needs. He needs his low-income white voter to see change in their homogeneous community as an attack on their way of life; difference as accusation; their values and thus identities, on the precipice of extinction. This positions him as a crusader for truth and a martyr for morality and positions them as victims of a cabal-like conspiracy.
In the ninth book of the Republic, Plato posits the tyrant is the most fearful man in the kingdom. What happens when this fear engulfs a nation?
The ruler addresses the Union. He says, without irony, “Lawmakers in New York cheered with delight, upon the passage of legislation that would allow a baby to be ripped from the mother’s womb moments from birth.”
He provokes and the Left becomes outraged, which only solidifies his base, only strengthens their confirmation biases. Pointing out, how it makes no sense that anyone, Democrat or otherwise, would wish to bring an apocalypse upon their own children is precisely why it is believed to be occurring. It is a biblical evil. Evil for evil’s sake.
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing us that he does not exist. His second greatest trick was allowing racists to hide behind the veil of advocacy. As Pete Holmes reminds us, “The Prince of Darkness does not need an advocate.” The greatest trick the Right ever pulled was convincing the Left evidence is necessary.
Moments later, the ruler says, “And then we had the case of the Governor of Virginia saying he would execute a baby after birth.”
The Left are a bunch of snowflakes, who can’t take a joke, who are weak in the face of opposition, who put America second, who are triggered over the cloth and dye of a flag but apparently they also drink their old-vine bordeuxs from the skulls of babies because Alex Jones told me so.
The Southern Strategy continues to work because of the eye wink. When critics call the ruler a racist (because of all the racist shit he says), all he has to do is tweet a photograph of himself, on Cinco de Mayo, smiling and giving the camera a thumbs up, “Happy #CincodeMayo! The best taco bowls are made in Trump Tower Grill. I love Hispanics!” All he has to do is go on talk radio and say, “I’ve always had a great relationship with the blacks.” The portion of his base that do not believe themselves to be racists (which is the majority) will point and say, “See? How could one possibly read that as racist?” while his white supremacist soldiers thrown an eye wink back, acknowledging that in order to be elected and run this PC country into the ground, you just can’t say nigger, nigger, nigger anymore.
Locker room talk. Boys will be fucking boys.
For everyone else in the Continental United States, it has always been the end of days. And yet we survived, though I try not to confuse this with hope; most did not survive.
Migrant women will give their daughters birth control before they begin the journey to the US boarder, for it is likely they will be raped and assaulted along the way. Still they choose to leave their home, everything they have ever known, to make this impossibly dangerous journey.
Jumping from a burning building is not hope, nor is it its absence. I recognize hymns are survival tactics, yet, slaves still married. Still, they taught themselves to read.
Human resiliency is beyond the words I have.
It truly pains me to know that countless people read change as the weaponization of an agenda. It pains me to see them so afraid—and how quickly defense turns to hatred.
I’ve tried writing an ending to this thing for a few weeks now. It’s not coming. I don’t have advice. Coded language is garbage and we need to keep calling it out but if we (cause the burden will always be on the tired and weary) don’t figure out how to quell these fears, then those horsemen will come.