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The comment field was full of people who thought the statement was “crazy” and that she was both “disgusting”, “privileged” and “lazy” and that it is everyone’s duty to keep up; she should know. And according to the usual flowchart of popular court proceedings of this kind, he immediately had to go out and first clarify, retract and apologize. It calmed down much later, the mob saw something else and moved on, but I remember thinking I understood Ida Warg, and I’ve been doing something similar for a few years.
I have disabled all the news flashes on my mobile devices, because I cannot handle them. I have to keep my guard up when I read the news today, I don’t want to be surprised. The nerves bend when they just arrived so I had to turn them off. I’ve been taking the world worse and worse lately.
For me, it started on November 8, 2016, that unreal night and morning when the snow fell like the 80s outside the window and Donald Trump won the election on television. I was shocked, like everyone else, but I could never imagine the sequel, I could never predict how Donald Trump would affect me.
No person, privately or otherwise, has made me feel as bad as him, for so long. This carefree lie, the hatred it spread, the prejudice it expressed. There was so much that it broke.
I remember the first days of his presidency, when I understood that even as president I would lie, slander, spread hatred, it was as if I broke a human contract, it was a strange feeling, it hurt, almost as if I were left. Every morning I woke up with an immediate feeling of discomfort at what had happened during the night in the United States. I had to follow him on Twitter at the end, because some of the things he wrote caused me physical nausea. I certainly read everything you wrote anyway, but on my terms, with my guard up.
It has made my life worse for four years, but it finally ended.
I saw him speak in Washington in front of his angry fans on Wednesday. And then I saw the crowd move towards the Capitol. I sat in a hotel room and watched, and it was so mysterious and misinformed, vague information from journalists that they seemed as driven to bed by this as the police.
Apparently someone or someone had broken into the Capitol? The sequence from a movie of someone breaking a window in the building was repeated for several hours. And then all of a sudden, strange images of men in fancy dress from inside the building grinning over various treasures, where the head of a horned bear was spinning with a megaphone. A grinning redhead in a hooded hat crawled past the Speaker podium. Someone was sitting inside Nancy Pelosi’s office pretending to call. They were inside and … naughty? It was like a scene from “Night at the Museum”.
It was only later in the evening, and especially in the following days, that the event took place. Mobile clips posted online, from the storm. Suddenly you were there, in the middle of the madness. There were not a few bogeymen who broke in. There were hundreds and they advanced destroying everything that crossed them. Police officers who are beaten and flee. Horrible seconds when a woman is shot and falls dead to the ground. The harassment, the power, the screaming, the hatred. The slogans rattling through the marble corridors.
Analysts claimed it was Donald Trump’s continued rhetoric about the stolen elections in his speech that afternoon that caused the masses to invade the Capitol. But everything we saw through the shaking moving cameras was not the result of what he said in his speech, it was the result of what he said for 4 years.
When Trump lost the election, I thought for a few naive hours that they were over. Perhaps we should realize that it was then that it began.
