TORONTO, Ont. April 25, 2017 /Troy Media/ – The bearded Republican regarded us suspiciously.
He had been washing his pickup truck (naturally) and listening to country music on the radio (ditto). It was blindingly-bright Saturday morning in August in New Hampshire and we were out knocking on doors for our candidate, Hillary Clinton.
The beard squinted. He grunted.
My wife and I worked on Clinton’s presidential campaign in Maine and at her Brooklyn headquarters. But this was the first time we had gone door-knocking for her in a heavily-Republican district. “If we don’t get shot by a right-wing lunatic carrying an assault rifle, we’ll have had a good day,” I told my wife as we approached the beard and his truck.
Lisa asked him if he planned to vote Democrat, up and down the ticket. He grunted.
“Can we count on your support for Hillary?” she said, sweet as pie. My wife isn’t just beautiful and smart, she’s sweet, too.
The beard looked like he wanted to spit. “Clinton’s a crook,” he said, as the interstate hummed nearby. “She should be locked up.”
We had already heard this many times that morning and not just from bearded Republicans. A few registered Democrats had said it to us, too.
Lisa was undeterred. “But Trump has got a few ethics problems, sir,” she said, still smiling at the beard. “He’s under all sorts of investigations.”
The beard shrugged, looking like he wanted to return to his pickup truck or shoot us with an assault rifle. “She’s a crook,” he insisted. “But Trump is going to start a war.”
Afterwards, Lisa swore that she didn’t recall the heavens parting at that moment or a host of angels heralding the arrival of a political epiphany. She insisted we walked away and went to the next door in search of votes. But I swear – I swear! – an epiphany is what I experienced, in spades. I was practically thrown to the ground, Damascus-like.
For months, Clinton’s campaign had been dutifully reminding everyone that Trump was a vile, venal racist groper. Every day, Clinton and the mainstream media said that: Donald Trump is a racist jerk.
Except there was a problem. Having lived in the Deep South as a kid, I knew what it was. It was this: Trump may have been a racist jerk, sure. But millions upon millions of Americans were racist jerks, too. Racism – from slavery to Jim Crow to segregation to the assassinations of Dr. Martin Luther King and Malcolm X and beyond – was woven through the history of the United States, like a foul, feral snake.
By calling Trump a racist jerk, Clinton was merely reminding millions of other racist jerks why they needed to vote for him. It wasn’t an attack, you see. It was a get-out-the-vote strategy in reverse.
But war? The war that the Trump-loving New Hampshire beard had mentioned? War – having lived in Texas during Vietnam, and having been taught to take shelter under my school desk in the event a North Vietnamese fighter jet figured out how to travel 14,000 km without refuelling or being spotted – was what every American, of every political stripe, feared most.
Racism was what divided the states. But fear of wartime was what united the states.
And, here was Trump, saying on the campaign trail that NATO was useless, or sort-of calling for someone to shoot Clinton, or repeatedly praising violence at his rallies, or wondering why the U.S. had nukes if it didn’t use them, or threatening wars and walls against all and sundry. War was Trump’s thing. He liked it.
The United States had been here before, of course. In 1964, the Republicans anointed Barry Goldwater as their presidential candidate. Goldwater was Trump before Trump was Trump. He was a racist, too, and he praised extremism and the John Birch Society and guns and promised to use nukes against the commies.
So what did the Lyndon Johnson-led Democrats do about Goldwater? They didn’t go after him about racism, so much. They went after his fetish for war.
They put together an ad called Daisy – I know this because I named my consulting firm after that ad – and warned everyone that Goldwater wanted to start wars. The people listened. The ad only ran once but it destroyed Goldwater. Johnson was elected in a landslide.
As I watch Trump giddily dropping the “mother of all bombs” on Afghanistan, or bombing Syria, or sending a U.S. soldier to his death in Yemen, or threatening war with North Korea – all those things – I think of that bearded guy in New Hampshire, washing his pickup truck one sunny Saturday morning in August. He warned us. He warned Clinton.
We didn’t listen.
Troy Media columnist Warren Kinsella is a Canadian journalist, political adviser and commentator. Warren is included in Troy Media’s Unlimited Access subscription plan.
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