Trump has focused free-floating, inchoate rage against these material and cultural assaults into a syndrome that substitutes Authority for democracy by feigning populist indignation and by scapegoating women and people of color. These forces have been dissolving our freedoms for decades now, not out of malevolence but out of mindless, routinized greed. Its casino-like financing of jobs and homes and its intimately intrusive consumer marketing have battened onto dispossession and distress by hawking palliatives, degrading entertainments, and other come-ons driven by swirling whorls of anonymous shareholders. In 2016, his demagoguery enlarged and exploited a social and moral vacuum that was already swallowing faith in the republic and a corporate-capitalist economy that has driven countless little stabs of heartbreak and self-doubt into our lives. Hackett’s book serves well as an impassioned explanation of how and why Donald Trump “means business”-even more so than when he was a businessman-in his efforts to displace democracy with Authority. Historical analogies can be facile, even dangerous but ignoring history’s cautions can be equally dangerous to people who are inclined to repeat its follies. We…who made for ourselves a habit of give-and take in the faith that we were not at cross-purposes with anyone, have to confess that if goodwill runs out of the machinery of government and domestication is wrecked, to repose on our security is suicide. We can no more count on the fruitful prospects of earlier days than we can count on ease in a hurricane. When this has been…overthrown by ambition or distress or stupidity or viciousness, our securities are forfeited. All the democratic countries, or if you like, the parliamentary countries, are unaccustomed to murder gangs…īut democracy is merely an equilibrium. On its ruins, with the speed of a world’s fair, Hitler and his confederates have run up a political front of startling and provocative modernity…The Nazi hand has been so much quicker than the democratic eye, and for his violence we have so little precedent. Right before our eyes, like something on the screen, the vast social fabric of familiar Germany has crumbled and the moral Germany that has stood the test since Martin Luther. I stood there for an hour, riveted by passages such as these: From a pile of mildewed books on a storeroom’s earthen floor, I picked up What Mein Kampf Means to America, written in 1941 by the Irish-American writer Francis Hackett, a literary editor of The New Republic from 1914 to 1922. My first, vivid intimation of the real menace that was shortly to engulf our republic came one late-winter morning in 2016 when I walked along a quiet country road in western Massachusetts, hard by the New York State line, and, noticing an abandoned, nearly-collapsed wooden house with trees growing out of its windows, poked my way in.
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