Republicans and Trump. Trump and the GOP, you win. You’ve worked for years through subterfuge, bribery, deception, theft, dishonesty to silence the majority of Americans. You’ve worked for the lobbyists to line your pockets. Now, you’ve aligned with Putin and Russia to put the fractures in our democracy, and you’re fine with it because you’re getting richer and richer.
You have gutted the Environmental Protection Agency and State Departments. Trump and the GOP, you are finishing off the unions, Democratic organizing and campaign funding. You have packed the courts, and now the Supreme Court, so that every decision is one in favor of the few, the elite, the corrupt.
You are ripping apart public education, and reinstituting segregation nationwide. You are putting the finishing touches on America as police state with the largest number of incarcerated people—both in raw numbers and by percentage—in the world. GOP donors are getting fatter off expansion of and ballooning private prisons. You and your partner in crime, the NRA, have made us the gun state, the violent murder state of unreason with unfettered access to semi-automatic weapons in the streets, in schools, in homes.
You have bankrupted the U.S. Treasury though graft and giving tax cuts and benefits to the wealthiest while dropping a few pennies below to watch the fights. Your wet dream, Paul Ryan, of gutting all social service programs is now within reach.
So, we are there. What exactly is your end game, Trump and the GOP? Yes, we know overturning Roe vs. Wade. But that’s an abstract. You don’t nor have ever cared about children—more than willing to rip them from their mothers through policy, more than willing to see them starve, be abused, lack housing, and basic rights. You are ready to overturn marriage equity and punish LGBTQ human beings for their biology. You flaunt the Bible, and thump your chests while laughing, knowing all along that everything you have done would be condemned by Christ and a Christian God. But you don’t really believe in anything but money and greed, rape perversion, and cruelty. You’d all be in Dante’s 9th Circle of Hell if it only existed. You’re counting on the idea that it does not. You hate science and persecute those who reason and value knowledge and history, but you’re betting on science to keep you from Hell’s fires.
Back to your end game? What exactly is it? Let’s say, we follow all your policies and rhetoric to their natural conclusions. Women have no say over their own bodies. Men will dictate what their women can and cannot do, with emphasis on possession. Now, you have passive women just like you like when having sex whenever and wherever you want. You can beat them when you feel like it because there is no “Me, too” or feminism or equality under the law. You’ve facilitated your own Handmaid’s Tale.
The poor in the streets die slowly in an agony you do not acknowledge or recognize. The middle class has become the poor, and they, too, die. Their bodies putrefy in the sweltering heat of global warming you have ignored. You have long ago blown out norms, decency, and civility as a means to an end. You have practiced never having sympathy nor empathy, so the piles of bodies do not disturb your comforts as long as you are upwind.
You might as well go for reinstituting slavery, too. You’ve already said as much with your comments about how blacks were better off under slavery. Now your servants are black and afraid. You’re surrounded by those who fear and hate you. Your children are estranged from you. Look around. You throw your servants into the streets. Then look over at your wealthy neighbor. You also hate each other, wracked with envy in that fear that one of your kind has something more than you.
The nation was long ago ripe for full and formal, foreign takeover. Putin steps into the vacuum without you even knowing it because you’re too busy counting your money and getting a message from your sex therapist/automated lover. You don’t really notice any changes at first because you are sitting in luxury while the cities burn. You have a secret bunker in case things get really bad, and by now, you’re beginning to notice the shift in the winds.
The air is much harder to breathe, so you buy a mask and filter which you can afford, but the masses cannot. They continue to fall in the flaming streets, without breathable air, without drinkable water. Their corpses are rotting, and the stench carries all the way to your secret bunker which you decide to take to because Putin has declared a new kind of tax in which he takes everything you have, as well.
Safely in your bunker, at last, you watch your technology bring reports of the mindless killing, the lynching, the horror of humanity’s decimation in their last savage acts. You smile and drink your rare, expensive blended Scotch. There are no black or brown people anywhere. You are surrounded by your “whiteness.” You’ll look for your wife and lover later in the evening when, to your surprise, you find them hanging, self-inflicted suicides. Your children have killed each other by the underground pool, their blood running into and tainting the water.
You’ve won, Trump and the GOP. Swallow that last steak, that last oyster, that last spoonful of Russian caviar. Don’t choke on your gluttony. There is no doctor in the house. Enjoy isolation in your white bunker. Just hope the masses who survive don’t find a way to tunnel in.
Nancy Avery Dafoe