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‘Take sides:’ Trump shifts from inane to alarming

At the height of the Republican presidential primary a stranger and his friend stopped me on the street for no apparent reason.

“If you have to choose, would you vote for Cruz or Trump?” he asked me.

Without missing a beat, I replied, “Trump. This is all a reality TV show game for him. But Cruz, he really believes that hateful shit.”

Satisfied, they walked on. No other words were said. Random, interesting and reflective of the time a few months ago.

Now, I know I was wrong. Both presented a clear and present danger to American ideals of civil rights, tolerance and human dignity.

What started out as a great American con job–Trump saw the money Sarah Palin seized by turning a presidential election into reality TV and wanted more of that for himself–has now become one of the most alarming shifts in American politics since Sen. Joseph McCarthy’s witch hunt for communists.

On the day author, professor and advocate for peace Elie Wiesel died, I went to see the musical, Cabaret. Collectively the two events brought to mind the never-ending cycle of history’s repetition. We’ve seen this all before. It was horrific then, and it’s no longer a joke now.

Weisel himself expressed a similar truth when discussing one of his big disappointments in life. “Nothing changed,” he said. “Human nature remained what it was. Society remained what it was. Too much indifference in the world to The Other, his pain, and anguish, and hope.”

Cabaret’s stunning performance reminds us that fools in power often vilify The Other to fuel their rise. Does American 2016 replace Germany 1930? Do Muslim Americans replace Jewish Germans? Do the recession-weary poor from middle America replace the recession-weary poor from middle Germany? Does “Make America Great Again” replace “Heil Hitler?” After all, both Trump and the leader of the Third Reich share a popular appeal to the “blond hair, blue eyed,” pure nationalists to feed their egos.

Do I go too far? That remains to be seen. But enough trends, enough anger, enough xenophobia has been displayed to move Trump from an inane carnival barker to the second most likely person to lead the most powerful country in the world. If anything, such comparisons may be too late, not too early.

Like all megalomaniacs, Trump has begun to believe his own Wag The Dog spin. He’s cast a campaign of hate, fueled fear and racial division and spoken of attacking any number of “others” to propel him into an office he is entirely and utterly unqualified to hold.

The Grand Old Party has even begun to cave on its sense of decency and order. Those that have taken a stand against him have been shoved to the side. Those in power–Paul Ryan, are you going to lead this party?–have waffled. Winning is more important than the tenets of society this country is built on. Liberty? Justice? The bill of rights? All will be trampled under a Trump presidency that advocates more of the worst of American injustices like the World War II internment camps and the Native American reservations.

Listen again to the voice of the dearly departed: “Whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation, take sides. Neutrality helps the aggressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented,” Wiesel said.

Be silent no more.

It can’t go on. Not a day more. This reality check must cancel The Trump reality show, and it should never be purchased for re-runs. The common bonds of a decent people must come together across party lines to heal our deep wounds of division, or the final scenes of Cabaret won’t be a play, but a passion play of the Civilization of America and its last setting sun.

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Highs and lows of historic SF pride

By Montana Yaley
aka The Youngest One

On June 26, 2015, gay marriage was legalized in all 50 states. I read the news and expected a joyous occasion for all. That was not the case. A long, wonderful, emotional, anxious, weekend ensued.

My parents have raised me to be accepting of all people. I am so thankful to have been taught to love and not to hate. I guess many others were not taught these lessons. On June 27, I noticed all the hate toward gay marriage and to the LGBT movement in general, especially after we posted this celebratory picture of me and my dog. It didn’t take long for people to express their discontent.

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The hate was not directed toward to me. Still, it haunted me. And surprised me, but not in one of those good “yayy, cool” surprises, but in the “ugh, crap, ouch,” surprises. People I knew who I thought were accepting of others were, in fact, not. The message I kept reading on social media was “hard times are coming.” What?! I thought hard times were finally coming to an end.

The stress from reading all the hate caused me sorrow on what should have been a happy day. I don’t understand how LGBTQIA (or anyone different from the so-call “norm”) could handle all this intense, persistent bullying.

The next day–June 28– was Gay Pride Parade in downtown San Francisco. My anxiety grew to the point I had panic attacks. I was sure there would be some sort of hateful protest relating to religious beliefs that God says marriage is only for a man and a woman, which honestly I think is a load of crap because the Jesus I love and admire loves us all! Anyway, the parade started off with the Dykes on Bikes. As it proceeded I took a break from thinking about all those horrible words swirling on social media and looked around me.

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I opened my eyes to what seemed to be a whole new world, a world that is filled with nothing but love and happiness and acceptance.

People were proud to be weird and gay and different. Laughter filled my ears and joy spilled into my heart as people screamed “love wins” and “love conqueering” (a clever play on words).

Gay Pride is a celebration that allows everyone to be whoever they really are or whomever they want to be.

I wish that people who don’t agree with the LGBTQ or any minority would attend a pride parade because I truly think it would open their eyes to a love they have never seen before. Pride rooted out all the anger in me.

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And I won’t stop fighting until equality is not just legal but accepted. I guess what they say is really true… Love Wins… Always.

eds. note: In respect for their privacy, the Bride and I don’t often write about the four people who are our best friends, our pride and joy and the foundation for most of what we think and do with this crazy life of ours: our kids. Our oldest–we call her The Mayor– is a frequent commentator and participant of this site. Recently, The Youngest One, the author of this post, has joined us in acts of volunteerism like planting trees for the urban forest, which led to her being dragged onto this blogosphere. Today’s post represents her own contribution of her own volition, to chronicle a moment of history.

“I don’t know why this is affecting me so much,” she told us.

“Because you’re human,” we said. “And, God uses our emotions to stir us into action.”

We hope you enjoy this post as much as did.