It Will Not Happen Here

For weeks now I’ve seen people within a certain band of the political spectrum laughing and chortling and preening and crowing about the victory of Donald Trump. People who think this is all funny and whoever gets the best flame for the most likes wins. Everybody laugh at the realization of American Facism.

I’d like to address those people now:

I don’t know what you think is funny about people, including women and children, being assaulted and harassed and terrorized as a direct result of the rhetoric of Donald Trump and the sense of empowerment he has given the very dregs of this nation.

I’m here to tell you it’s not funny, and I’m here to tell you this is not a debatable point in any sane and rational mind.

This is my gift to you: your final clue. I’m telling you that there’s still time for you to save your asses, all sixty some-odd million of them, before you sell out every single liberty you have.

I’m also going to say that this is probably going to come off in several spots sounding like a “threat.” It’s not. This has nothing to do with any act I plan to engage in, nor any plan I have, nor any intention. This isn’t a warning of “I’m gonna” or “we’re gonna” or “there’s a plan” or “there’s a movement.”

It’s simply a series of observations and predictions.

That’s what scientists do: observe, describe, predict, and explain. I minored in political science; I am therefore by definition a political scientist.

I have observed, now I will do the rest of my job and describe, predict, and explain. Pay attention:

My father was born in The Hague, Netherlands, during the Nazi Occupation.

His father was a fairly prominent banker there. His twin uncles were policemen in Amsterdam.

All three were instrumental in helping thousands of targets evacuate Europe to escape the reach of the Nazis. The same is true throughout my extended family on my dad’s side, through both of *his* parents and their families.

Nearly every one of those people went to the United States. As a simple matter of mathematics, it absolutely must be true that there are millions of people in this country who would not exist if not for their work. You might even be one of them, I don’t know your family history. But if your family emigrated from Europe during the Nazi years and passed through the Netherlands to do it, there’s a very good possibility that you wouldn’t be reading this or anything else if not for some of the people by whom my own values were shaped from earliest memory, values like opposing bullying and aggression toward the innocent.

Eventually, in 1947, my dad and his family emigrated from Holland to the US as well, a few romantic dinners later and here I am.

I grew up hearing stories of what life was like under that regime, first-person accounts of the neighbors and friends and family who turned a blind eye to the Nazis, or who even resented those that stood up because they were afraid of the repercussions. ┬áThe brash and loudmouthed grandstanders talking about “what they’d do if” who disappeared and shut up when if came around.