A Dichotomy for Loyalty
It can’t be both ways. You choose friends in high or low places. You choose how you want to go down, how you want to be remembered, to be castigated. It’s implausible to cover all the bases all the time, to save all your support systems all the time. Angering someone is essential in the game of life.
Friday August 11 we saw the faces. The co-version, the secrecy and intimidating sheets of wizardry were gone. The repugnance in their faces, the disturbed pride in their eyes, the identity was illuminated for the world to see. Tawdry hardware store “tiki” torches lit the night. They engulfed to expose the right to the world, to family, to friends, to bosses. Those individuals will forever carry those torches. They earned themselves places on the ash heap of society. I already read of a father disowning his son for attending, for being a willing participant in the alt-right. I can only hope individuals lose their jobs, friends, any shred of hope to ever be accepted again the same way as they were by anyone. I can only hope society turns their back on the for the gutter slime they are.
Associations with people are tenuously cast. A certain amount of differing opinion is par for the course, enough on which a friendship can survive. The majority of the GOP sees Trump for what he is, a charlatan who panders to the lowest common denominator to ingratiate himself. They see that his rhetoric is void of any true American ideals. They see that he has surrounded himself with reactionaries, racists, and sycophants. Trump is trying to appease his core supporters. To effectively do that he can’t, for example, decisively denounce David Duke. Sitting on a fence, watching the early configurations of CWII (the second Civil War), Trump can’t be anything like a Lincolnesque figure. This is the same man who, a few months ago, claimed that the Civil War was preventable. He thought that the posthumous actions of Andy Jackson could have spoken louder than the words he failed to find Friday. Alright, if Jackson is Trump’s hero, who he claims saw the Civil War coming and was “very angry,” why is he doing nothing to prevent what could escalate into CWII? Unlike Jackson, who died 16 years before the CW, Trump is here, alive and angry. His talk is cheap. Its flawed mostly because it comes out of the mouth of a narcissistic dumb-ass with tiny balls and even smaller brains.
When someone supports an abomination, a figure cast in diametric opposition of what the vast majority of Americans know implicitly, they become its baggage. Personally I struggle with the morality, my own cognitive dissonance of being around people like this. Individuals you shared good times with all your life come out of the closet, so to speak, brazenly flouting those racial back bones in their bodies. They are far, but they are in their mirror, smiling, joking, closer than they appear. That is the conundrum with which I and, ironically, Trump must wrestle. Cut the losses for the good of, in Trump’s case, a nation, and accept it. Or, give a facile nod to the demons at the door and maintain the carnivorous base of support. Either way it’s a win for him. For me, for anyone in such a dilemma, it’s only a matter of conscience.