So now we know what it felt like to be alive when Hitler came to power. That was my first reaction to hearing of Donald Trump’s devastating victory in the U.S. Presidential election. As Martin Luther King wrote in his letter from his jail cell in Birmingham, Alabama in 1963, ‘Never forget that everything Hitler did in Germany was legal.’ Coming after the Brexit vote, Trump’s win induces feelings of total despair. Can we find any hope on this dark day?
I am devastated. I no longer recognise my country. How could Trump’s message of hate, misogyny, and racism resonate with so many people? I am baffled, and saddened. I’m afraid for the future of our country, and for the future of my friends. Will my LGBTQ friends still be able to marry the people they love? Will my husband get laid off? Will my Muslim friends get deported? Will the economy collapse? What will happen to the environment? Will we go to war? I just can’t believe that this is the real world.
– Rachel, Washington, Guardian website this morning
David Remnick, editor of the New Yorker (and symbol, no doubt, of the liberal intelligensia hated by Trump and his supporters), writes this:
The election of Donald Trump to the Presidency is nothing less than a tragedy for the American republic, a tragedy for the Constitution, and a triumph for the forces, at home and abroad, of nativism, authoritarianism, misogyny, and racism. Trump’s shocking victory, his ascension to the Presidency, is a sickening event in the history of the United States and liberal democracy. On January 20, 2017, we will bid farewell to the first African-American President—a man of integrity, dignity, and generous spirit—and witness the inauguration of a con who did little to spurn endorsement by forces of xenophobia and white supremacy. It is impossible to react to this moment with anything less than revulsion and profound anxiety.
There are, inevitably, miseries to come: an increasingly reactionary Supreme Court; an emboldened right-wing Congress; a President whose disdain for women and minorities, civil liberties and scientific fact, to say nothing of simple decency, has been repeatedly demonstrated. Trump is vulgarity unbounded, a knowledge-free national leader who will not only set markets tumbling but will strike fear into the hearts of the vulnerable, the weak, and, above all, the many varieties of Other whom he has so deeply insulted. The African-American Other. The Hispanic Other. The female Other. The Jewish and Muslim Other. The most hopeful way to look at this grievous event—and it’s a stretch—is that this election and the years to follow will be a test of the strength, or the fragility, of American institutions. It will be a test of our seriousness and resolve.
But then I turn to a book that has offered me solace in hard times – one of the most important texts, I think, of the 21st century so far: Rebecca Solnit’s, Hope in the Dark. It’s an essay about maintaining hope in dark times like these, written originally in the despairing aftermath of the failure of massive worldwide demonstrations to stop the Bush/Blair invasion of Iraq, and now re-published with a new foreward and afterword. ‘Activism,’ Solnit writes, ‘is not a journey to the corner store; it is a plunge into the dark.’ And history, she adds, ‘is like weather, not like checkers. A game of checkers ends. The weather never does.’
Solnit begins with Virginia Woolf who, on 18 January 1915, eighteen months into the First World War, wrote in her journal, ‘The future is dark’. But, Solnit notes, Woolf’s sentence did not stop there; she continued, ‘Which is on the whole, the best thing the future can be, I think.’ Solnit draws this lesson from Woof:
Dark, she seems to say, as in inscrutable, not as in terrible. We often mistake the one for the other. People imagine the end of the world is nigh because the future is unimaginable. Who twenty years ago would have pictured a world without the USSR and with the Internet? We talk about “what we hope for” in terms of what we hope will come to pass but we could think of it another way, as why we hope. We hope on principle, we hope tactically and strategically, we hope because the future is dark, we hope because it’s a more powerful and more joyful way to live. Despair presumes it knows what will happen next. But who, two decades ago, would have imagined that the Canadian government would give a huge swathe of the north back to its indigenous people, or that the imprisoned Nelson Mandela would become president of a free South Africa?
‘Born the summer the Berlin Wall went up,’ Solnit reminds us that in 1961 the Cold War seemed never-ending, civil rights for African-Americans a long way off, equal pay for women laughable, and laws to protect the environment a fantasy. ‘We are not who we were not very long ago,’ she states.
Change also comes in fits and starts, Solnit argues; ‘This is earth. It will never be heaven.’
There are times when it seems as though not only the future but the present is dark: few recognize what a radically transformed world we live in, one that has been transformed not only by such nightmares as global warming and global capital, but by dreams of freedom and of justice — and transformed by things we could not have dreamed of… We need to hope for the realization of our own dreams, but also to recognize a world that will remain wilder than our imaginations.
In her new 2016 foreword, Solnit writes:
Hope is a gift you don’t have to surrender, a power you don’t have to throw away. And though hope can be an act of defiance, defiance isn’t enough reason to hope. But there are good reasons.
This is an extraordinary time full of vital, transformative movements that could not be foreseen. It’s also a nightmarish time. Full engagement requires the ability to perceive both.
Citing gains made by movements such as those resisting fracking, campaigning for gay marriage equality, and Black Lives Matter among others, she adds:
This has been a truly remarkable decade for movement-building, social change, and deep, profound shifts in ideas, perspective, and frameworks for broad parts of the population (and, of course, backlashes against all those things).
For Solnit the Arab Spring is not a symbol of defeat, but ‘an extraordinary example of how unpredictable change is and how potent popular power can be.’ Its full meaning and repecussions are as yet unknown:
You can tell the genesis story of the Arab Spring other ways. The quiet organizing going on in the shadows beforehand matters. So does the comic book about Martin Luther King and civil disobedience that was translated into Arabic and widely distributed in Egypt shortly before the Arab Spring. You can tell of King’s civil disobedience tactics being inspired by Gandhi’s tactics, and Gandhi’s inspired by Tolstoy and the radical acts of noncooperation and sabotage of British women suffragists. So the threads of ideas weave around the world and through the decades and centuries.
‘Ideas at first considered outrageous or ridiculous or extreme gradually become what people think they’ve always believed’, she writes.
After a rain mushrooms appear on the surface of the earth as if from nowhere. Many do so from a sometimes vast underground fungus that remains invisible and largely unknown. What we call mushrooms mycologists call the fruiting body of the larger, less visible fungus. Uprisings and revolutions are often considered to be spontaneous, but less visible long-term organizing and groundwork — or underground work — often laid the foundation. Changes in ideas and values also result from work done by writers, scholars, public intellectuals, social activists, and participants in social media. It seems insignificant or peripheral until very different outcomes emerge from transformed assumptions about who and what matters, who should be heard and believed, who has rights.
Ideas at first considered outrageous or ridiculous or extreme gradually become what people think they’ve always believed. How the transformation happened is rarely remembered, in part because it’s compromising: it recalls the mainstream when the mainstream was, say, rabidly homophobic or racist in a way it no longer is; and it recalls that power comes from the shadows and the margins, that our hope is in the dark around the edges, not the limelight of center stage. Our hope and often our power.
Change is rarely straightforward… Sometimes it’s as complex as chaos theory and as slow as evolution. Even things that seem to happen suddenly arise from deep roots in the past or from long-dormant seeds.
It’s always too soon to go home. Most of the great victories continue to unfold, unfinished in the sense that they are not yet fully realized, but also in the sense that they continue to spread influence. A phenomenon like the civil rights movement creates a vocabulary and a toolbox for social change used around the globe, so that its effects far outstrip its goals and specific achievements — and failures.
Which brings me back to that New Yorker piece by David Remnick:
It is all a dismal picture. Late last night, as the results were coming in from the last states, a friend called me full of sadness, full of anxiety about conflict, about war. Why not leave the country? But despair is no answer. To combat authoritarianism, to call out lies, to struggle honorably and fiercely in the name of American ideals—that is what is left to do. That is all there is to do.
- ‘Hope is an embrace of the unknown’: Rebecca Solnit on living in dark times (Guardian, July 2016)
- Whether Trump or Clinton wins the US election, what follows is up to us: Rebecca Solnit (Guardian 7 Nov)
- Too Soon to Tell: Rebecca Solnit’s case for Hope, continued
- Hope In The Dark: my response in 2012
6 thoughts on “Holding on to Hope in the Dark after Trump”
Reblogged this on Passing Time and commented:
I am bereft of words. I have not yet read the Rebecca Solnit book, but bought it a couple of days ago on Gerry’s recommendation. I think I will read that now, and take some time out from political analysis of what just happened. Think, understand, mourn – then organise.
It was a gorgeous article -beautifully written. Whoever typed it may have a slight problem with “Woolf” ? Is it Virginia Woolf or Woof? Nonetheless the feelings she has are written with sad eloquence. I hope that the good people of America see this New State as a call to arms -not weapons measured in calibres but the thoughtful, powerful use of minds and hearts. A new rally has to begin.
Woof! That’s what comes of typing fast and in anger. Now corrected. Thanks, Melissa
The real tragedy occurred when Clinton fiddled Sanders out of the Democrat nomination. Clinton is no better than Trump.
This has been a somber day and I am physically ill from this. The feeling of shame and revulsion is overwhelming at the moment. On my way to a restless sleep last night I checked my e-mail and my ‘This Day in History’ subscription reminded me that it was the anniversary of Kristallnacht. Oh, that is just wonderful. Your posts always give me solace. I just ordered Solnit’s book. Thank you -David
Check out the comments of San Antonio Spurs head coach, Gregg Popovich. He pretty well sums up how many of us feel. Anyone in the UK willing to board a couple of Yanks?