I have been trying all day to get a handle on my reaction to the 2004 elections. I can’t seem to sort my thoughts out at all, so pardon the incoherence. With every previous election, regardless of whether I thought my candidate had a hope of winning, there’s always been kind of a little endorphin rush for me that came with the sense of doing my civic duty, making my voice heard, etc.
I didn’t get that this year, just a sickly queasy feeling in my gut.
At first I attributed this to the fact that I was, after all, voting in Florida, recently the nation’s poster child for electioneering shenanigans, and I frankly had less than perfect faith in the integrity of the system. But I went ahead and cast my vote anyway, doubts nothwithstanding. It didn’t help.
The thing is, even during the 2000 elections and their concomitant fallout, I never felt as low as I do today. I don’t doubt the validity of the election, as I did last time. This time, it seems that the majority have indeed voted for Bush, and that’s the thing that I just can’t wrap my head around. If this administration can actually be endorsed as the preferable choice by the majority of Americans, then…
I don’t know. I keep trying to gain some kind of perspective, to see how my countrymen could possibly look around and imagine that Kerry could have done a worse job as president. I couldn’t before the election, and I still can’t. Which makes me think that perhaps it’s my own judgement that is warped somehow, and I’m just not able to percieve the arguments for Bush as sensible. Previously I could at least sort of understand the concerns of the opposing side, but I am drawing a total blank with this one, and it frightens me.
And it’s not just the presidency, of course; it seems like the elections reflect another sharp national shift to the political right, and I’m not sure what to think about that, either. I keep trying to tell myself that it’s not as critical as I imagine it to be, that the country has been in worse condition politically and has still maintained its progressive vitality. We survived Vietnam, the Cold War, the Great Depression, even a bloody civil war. Things have been worse. This is not the end, we are not about to start repealing the tradition of liberty that we are so justly proud of. It’s not the beginning of the end.
But I can’t shake that feeling off today. I keep thinking about historical turning points, the sort of events that set the tone for a generation to come, that historians later point to as being the inception point of changes that reverberated for decades. The Treaty of Versailles. The Hiroshima Bomb. And I can’t seem to help thinking that just possibly the September 11 attacks will turn out to have been the biggest of them all; where 19 evil men with boxcutters managed to kill the most powerful nation on earth, by convincing its citizens to destroy their own country.
I can’t stand feeling so ashamed of my country’s leaders. I worry that my nation has in some sense been driven insane by the events of the last four years. I worry that the condition may not be treatable at this point. I love my country, and to watch this administration at work here and overseas has been like watching a loved one whose personality has been twisted into hatefulness and spite by a brain tumor, to the point where they are practically unrecognizable.
I’ve never felt so twisted up like this. I hate myself for hating my government so much, and for having no idea what I should be doing about it. I hate myself for feeling like the act of voting is worthless at this point. I hate myself for imagining that the America I knew is already dead, and no one else has noticed yet. I hate myself for believing the worst is yet to come.
I want to be wrong, so badly. I’ve been listening to the radio…not the news, but the oldies stations, trying to feel better. I smiled a bit at that one song from Rare Earth:
“I put my faith in the people
but the people let me down
So I turn the other way
And I carry on
Anyhow.”
That’s where I want to be. I apologize for the rambling, the ranting, and the negativity. I just needed to vent today, and I’m sure there is plenty of that going on everywhere. The SDMB BBQ Pit is such a blessing, much more cathartic than primal scream therapy (I would imagine so, anyway). Thank you, Cecil Adams.