I’m not a liberal. I’m not a safe space social crusader. I’m not a sore loser who can’t get over the fact that Hillary Clinton wasn’t elected president. The fact that I had to put what lukewarm support I could muster behind her was a source of great frustration for me.
I am, at my very core, someone with conservative foundations. I believe that men and women, whenever possible, should be free to live their lives without government intervention. My family and my Christian faith are the center of my life. I like my guns. Chances are, I’m better than you at using them. I’ve worked with and for the toughest, most dangerous men on the planet—men you’ve read books about, men you’ve seen movies about. I’ll never claim to be one. But I’ve proven myself useful in their presence. I share this with you so you understand where the message I’m about to deliver comes from.
I’ve been all over this planet. And there’s a troubling observation that I’ve made on my way: It’s that societies, when left to their own devices, does not naturally accept different people. Whether I saw Sunni and Shia in Iraq refusing to recognize the humanity of each other because of relatively nuanced differences in their common faith, or tribal warfare and genocide in sub-Saharan Africa or racial oppression and modern slavery of East Asia, the ingrained need to divide and subjugate others is ever present. In mankind’s darkest moments, the most common culprit has been that division.
For most of the last seventy thousand years—since the cognitive revolution of man drove us to organize—we’ve programmed ourselves to trust and support those that are similar to us. The result is that there have been frighteningly few societies in the history of mankind which have not been separated by either race, class, or gender. Where there is one race, we make caste systems. When we lacks castes, we subjugate gender. It’s as consistent across time and region as the number of our limbs or the shape of our organs.
Fifty years ago in America, we made the first real effort, at scale, in the history of man, to deviate from this tradition within a society as diverse as ours. And since then, we’ve made great but imperfect progress. The work isn’t done. But we’re further than where we were 50 years ago. When we get there and make good on the promise penned by our forefathers, it will be the greatest, rarest accomplishment in our history.
On Tuesday, we took one giant leap backward on the arc of our journey to being one people. And over the last four days, I’ve been bombarded by explanations of why Donald J. Trump was just elected president. I don’t need any more; I didn’t need them in the first place. I know why he was elected: He was elected because the only message that matters for the US government in 2016 is a need for change. And when the alternative to that change was someone who moved into the White House when I was fifteen, that choice was clear for some. But it was a choice. And the ultimate choice that was made this past Election Day—the one people will remember a hundred years from now—was a willingness to ignore personal decency and fair treatment toward people who are different in service to change. That was the choice that the minority of the American electorate made. That was the choice that about a quarter of eligible American voters made.
I’m not here to argue the legitimacy of the results. And I don’t get to pick and choose whether I support democracy because of the outcomes. I won’t tell you that you are a racist or a bigot if you voted for Donald Trump, and I won’t tell you that you personally are indecent. But I will tell you what you just bought with your choice: You bought a very vigilant, sensitive, and loud American majority who will cry foul at the drop of a hat for anything that resembles attacks on those we have fought so hard for these last fifty years. Because what you showed us with his nomination and your vote in the election is that you can’t be trusted to do it without us.
Many of my devout conservative friends were remarkably quiet when their candidate trashed their personal values. And they were remarkably quiet when their candidate made inexcusable first-hand remarks about minorities, women, and disabled Americans. And they were remarkably quiet when the dark forces of white supremacists aligned themselves in support of their candidate. I understand why; they couldn’t live with the alternative. So out of fear, they rationalized that speaking up would enable it. Well, that risk is gone now. They avoided the end they couldn’t live with. That excuse is gone.
It’s fair to say that tolerance of Trump’s behavior from here on out can only be seen as an endorsement of it. So when there’s a KKK rally in North Carolina to celebrate the election of the candidate they support, they no longer have any excuse not to condemn it with the same uncompromising vigor that they condemned Clinton. Let’s see the memes. Let’s see the Facebook posts. Let’s see the outrage.
Perhaps the rest of the US can trust them to hold the leader of our government accountable to enact the change they so uncompromisingly sought. But we won’t trust them to look out for our fellow Americans who they consider different, so get ready for four years of vocal, loud, peaceful (I pray) dissent. If you thought the core Trump supporters would be loud if Hillary Clinton won, what do you think is going to happen now that you’ve marginalized a group that has much more to lose than freedom from background checks for guns and a ten percent lag in wage growth? At stake for the marginalized is participation in our society, and if their vocal insistence on it is something you aren’t willing to tolerate, then perhaps you might consider a different path in thirty months when you get to choose your next leader without the looming evil of Clinton excusing your choice. You can’t point to her any more as cause.
If insistence on the decent treatment of all Americans makes me a liberal in the eyes of conservatives, then maybe we should take some time to reflect on who our modern conservatives actually are. The world is watching.
This article was originally published on Chartwell West.