Tolerance in Trump’s America

Amid fear and despair, we’ll have to find ways to talk to each other.

 

I live in Los Angeles — a sprawling, polluted, overpopulated megacity — alongside millions of busy strangers.

I like to describe the feel of the place as apocalyptic. But the truth is Los Angeles has a way of functioning despite the odds. I often think about this when I rush out of my apartment each morning and join the flow of cars on the freeway: I can always count on city workers picking up the trash and fixing roads, around the clock. Families, including mine, seem to manage their busy schedules and still spend time together. We endure long hours inside our cars, stuck in traffic, yet we rationalize this mindless activity day in and day out.

Los Angeles is also one of the most diverse cities in America, a hotbed of cultural cross-pollination — the kind of place where we refused to believe that Donald Trump was real.

Pedestrians, and signs in Spanish and English, are reflected in a Lincoln Heights storefront window. Although Latinos are the majority here and the Spanish language predominantes, Cantonese, Vietnamese and English can also be heard along Broadway Avenue.
Roberto (Bear) Guerra

My neighbors are a couple of middle-class Asian and Latino families, an African-American couple, retirees. When we run into each other, we say hello, that’s about it. But in the past few months, as this election’s rhetoric heated up and our mailboxes filled up with angry campaign mailers, I felt an urge to get to know them. As a middle class, college-educated, immigrant woman living in the urban West, I’d wonder if they were in my camp, the kind of Angelenos I’ve come to expect in this huge global city: politically liberal, tolerant, willing to embrace multiculturalism.

Then, one day this fall, I noticed a Trump sign in the window of an apartment a couple of blocks away, along with more than a few “Make America Great Again!” bumper stickers on cars parked in the neighborhood. Still, I refused to accept the possibility of a Trump win. I was confident that the rest of the West — and a majority of voters — shared my logic, that we’d elect the most decent candidate, someone who did not espouse the racist myth that America’s greatness is in its past.

Call me naive. Now we’re all living in a Trump America. Today, there’s a palpable sense of despair coursing through the city, especially among immigrants, people of color, Muslims, Sikhs, Jews. For me, there’s more than despair. There is real fear.

Three days after the election, I boarded a flight from Denver to Los Angeles. From the back of the plane, I watched a Salvadoran family — mom, dad and three young daughters under the age of 10 — as they tried to find seats that would allow them to stick together. The mom spoke to her oldest daughter in Spanish, telling her to make her way to her seat, alone. Then, in English, she asked fellow passengers if they wouldn’t mind switching, so that she could be with her other kids.

Stuck between two men occupying the aisle and window seats, I could hear my neighbors exchanging complaints about the Salvadoran woman: “Does she not know how to read her seat assignments?” “Speak English, you’re in America.”

Three days is all it took to embolden bigots everywhere, I thought. Before the election, I would have felt the impulse to shame these men in public. This time, I opted for quiet civility, telling myself I’d speak up if it continued. I closed my eyes. I picked up my novel and read. I put on headphones for a while. A couple of hours later, as we began our descent, I met the gaze of the young white male next to me. He wore a white T-shirt and jeans; a dragon tattoo wrapped around his left arm.

“Do you live here?” he asked. His name was Chris and he was 24, from a military family in Colorado Springs. We quickly moved on from small talk and got straight to the topic of the election. “I didn’t vote, but my candidate won,” he said, almost in disbelief. 

Chris couldn’t articulate why he supported Trump, beyond the fact that, at home, everyone else seemed to. He looked like a tough guy, but when he spoke his demeanor was gentle. Like his father and his friends, he was afraid of terrorists and criminals crossing the border, and he believed Trump when he promised he would get rid of all of them.

I let him speak. For those of us who believe in tolerance, the challenge now is twofold: We must keep standing up for our principles, but, increasingly, we must also engage with the other side. This was to be his first time in Los Angeles, Chris went on, a place he hoped to move to some day. “I’ve always wanted to come check it out for myself,” he confessed, as the plane swept over the vastness of my city. “I imagine there is something here for everyone.”

Contributing editor Ruxandra Guidi writes from Los Angeles, California. 

James Osborn
James Osborn Subscriber
Nov 23, 2016 08:53 AM
"we’d elect the most decent candidate" - well, here's the problem, in my view. For many of us (and for the record, I did not vote Trump as I think both candidates were nightmares), Hillary was 'less decent' in many ways (warmonger, corporate stooge, corrupt as the day is long, etc).

I wonder if the author would describe Hillary was the 'most decent candidate' if the status quo policies that she supported and showed every evidence of continuing had brought her family members home in body bags from endless wars in pursuit not of security but profits for defense contractors - while she and the rest of her family got laid off when the local mill or factory closed, and could not find jobs? Thanks to policies that Hillary continues to champion, while Trump asserts his intention to change those policies (whether he will or not is a separate question)?

Which of these candidates would be the 'most decent' then?

Michael Moore may have put it most succinctly in his 'morning after to-do list':

"4. Everyone must stop saying they are “stunned” and “shocked.” What you mean to say is that you were in a bubble and weren’t paying attention to your fellow Americans and their despair. YEARS of being neglected by both parties, the anger and the need for revenge against the system only grew. Along came a TV star they liked whose plan was to destroy both parties and tell them all “You're fired!” Trump’s victory is no surprise. He was never a joke. Treating him as one only strengthened him. He is both a creature and a creation of the media and the media will never own that."

This election had far less to do with racism that the media is making out. I have heard comments very similar to those the author cites on airplanes numerous times, across decades. To conclude that, abruptly, something has changed, that we're at a new permanent plateau of bigotry is just another measure of the bubble in which many have existed for years. Could it possible be that what has changed is those who voted for 'the most decent candidate' have simply become hypersensitive and are now looking for what was always there - and finding it? Why must we always first project onto the external world and give to little thought to what's going on within us? Seek for to understand - and then to be understood.

If the goal is to understand, read Glenn Greenwald's two pieces on the dynamic that drove both the Brexit vote and this election:

https://theintercept.com/[…]/

https://theintercept.com/[…]/

If the goal is to understand, to "engage with the other side" - then read Joe Bageant's Deer Hunting with Jesus, or Rainbow Pie, which described in excruciating detail how we came to this place. The author might also consider setting aside notions of 'other side'...this toxic binary thinking is, after all, a major part of the problem.