Daniel Greenfield, a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the
Freedom Center, is a New York writer focusing on radical Islam.
This wasn’t an
election. It was a revolution.
It’s midnight in America. The day before fifty million
Americans got up and stood in front of the great iron wheel that had been
grinding them down. They stood there even though the media told them it was
useless. They took their stand even while all the chattering classes laughed
and taunted them.
They were fathers who couldn’t feed their families
anymore. They were mothers who couldn’t afford health care. They were workers
whose jobs had been sold off to foreign countries. They were sons who didn’t
see a future for themselves. They were daughters afraid of being murdered by
the “unaccompanied minors” flooding into their towns. They took a deep breath
and they stood. They held up their
hands and the great iron wheel stopped.
The Great Blue Wall crumbled. The impossible states fell
one by one. Ohio. Wisconsin. Pennsylvania. Iowa. The white working class that
had been overlooked and trampled on for so long got to its feet. It rose up
against its oppressors and the rest of the nation, from coast to coast, rose up
with it.
They fought back against their jobs being shipped
overseas while their towns filled with migrants that got everything while they
got nothing. They fought back against a system in which they could go to jail
for a trifle while the elites could violate the law and still stroll through a
presidential election. They fought back against being told that they had to
watch what they say. They fought back against being held in contempt because
they wanted to work for a living and take care of their families.
They fought and they won.
This wasn’t a vote. It was an uprising. Like the ordinary
men chipping away at the Berlin Wall, they tore down an unnatural thing that
had towered over them. And as they watched it fall, they marveled at how weak
and fragile it had always been. And how much stronger they were than they had
ever known.
Who were these people? They were leftovers and flyover
country. They didn’t have bachelor degrees and had never set foot in a
Starbucks. They were the white working class. They didn’t talk right or think
right. They had the wrong ideas, the wrong clothes and the ridiculous idea that
they still mattered.
They were wrong about everything. Illegal immigration?
Everyone knew it was here to stay. Black Lives Matter? The new civil rights
movement. Manufacturing? As dead as the dodo. Banning Muslims? What kind of
bigot even thinks that way? Love wins. Marriage loses. The future belongs to
the urban metrosexual and his dot com, not the guy who used to have a good job
before it went to China or Mexico.
They couldn’t change anything. A thousand politicians and
pundits had talked of getting them to adapt to the inevitable future. Instead
they got in their pickup trucks and drove out to vote. And they changed everything.
Barack Hussein Obama boasted that he had changed America.
A billion regulations, a million immigrants, a hundred thousand lies and it was
no longer your America. It was his.
He was JFK and FDR rolled into one. He told us that his
version of history was right and inevitable.
And they voted and left him in the dust. They walked past
him and they didn’t listen. He had come to campaign to where they still cling
to their guns and their bibles. He came to plead for his legacy. And America said, “No.”
Fifty millions Americans repudiated him. They repudiated
the Obamas and the Clintons. They ignored the celebrities. They paid no
attention to the media. They voted because they believed in the impossible. And
their dedication made the impossible happen.
Americans were told that walls couldn’t be built and factories
couldn’t be opened. That treaties couldn’t be unsigned and wars couldn’t be
won. It was impossible to ban Muslim terrorists from coming to America or to
deport the illegal aliens turning towns and cities into gangland territories.
It was all impossible. And fifty million Americans did
the impossible. They turned the world upside down.
It’s midnight in America. CNN is weeping. MSNBC is
wailing. ABC calls it a tantrum. NBC damns it. It wasn’t supposed to happen.
The same machine that crushed the American people for two straight terms, the
mass of government, corporations and non-profits that ran the country, was set
to win.
Instead the people stood in front of the machine. They
blocked it with their bodies. They went to vote even though the polls told them
it was useless. They mailed in their absentee ballots even while Hillary
Clinton was planning her fireworks victory celebration. They looked at the
empty factories and barren farms. They drove through the early cold. They
waited in line. They came home to their children to tell them that they had
done their best for their future. They bet on America. And they won. They won improbably. And they won
amazingly.
They were tired of ObamaCare. They were tired of
unemployment. They were tired of being lied to. They were tired of watching
their sons come back in coffins to protect some Muslim country. They were tired
of being called racists and homophobes. They were tired of seeing their America
disappear.
And they stood up and fought back. This was their last
hope. Their last chance to be heard.
Watch this video. See ten ways John Oliver destroyed
Donald Trump. Here’s three ways Samantha Bee broke the internet by taunting
Trump supporters. These three minutes of Stephen Colbert talking about how
stupid Trump is on the internet. Watch Madonna curse out Trump supporters.
Watch Katy Perry. Watch Miley Cyrus. Watch Robert Downey Jr. Watch Beyonce
campaign with Hillary. Watch fifty million Americans take back their country.
The media had the election wrong all along. This wasn’t
about personalities. It was about the impersonal. It was about fifty million
people whose names no one except a server will ever know fighting back. It was
about the homeless woman guarding Trump’s star. It was about the lost Democrats
searching for someone to represent them in Ohio and Pennsylvania. It was about
the union men who nodded along when the organizers told them how to vote, but
who refused to sell out their futures.
No one will ever interview all those men and women. We
will never see all their faces. But they are us and we are them. They came to
the aid of a nation in peril. They did what real Americans have always done.
They did the impossible. America is a
nation of impossibilities. We exist because our forefathers did not take no for
an answer. Not from kings or tyrants. Not from the elites who told them that it
couldn’t be done.
The day when we stop being able to pull off the
impossible is the day that America will cease to exist. Today is not that day. Today fifty million
Americans did the impossible.
Midnight has passed. A new day has come. And everything
is about to change.
“Tolerance is the
last virtue of a dying society.”
Aristotle
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