Raina Fisher

Through the Looking Glass

The focus to court the minority voter is a windfall which has paid off for President Donald Trump.

He diversified the Republican Party. He not only shored up 18% of the African-American men, who took a chance on him, but also of the women, there were 8% who joined the MAGA family.

In a mere four-year span, he’d wind up doubling their support. What’s more, 35% of Hispanics hopped on the Trump train.

Three out of five white voters in America stand firm with Trump. But part and parcel, it’s the stream of nonwhite voters who made a beeline to him in a stampede, which has New York Times journalist Charles Blow so mystified (Blow, 2020).

He bears the battle scars of this eye-opener as if he were stuck in the gut with the tip of a spear.

Though it’s a no-brainer, the party of identity is too thick to pick up on the cues which bind real folks. America first isn’t just some silly slogan; it means the American people come first.

The treachery of those who try to square America first with us going at it alone is a tangled web to weave, but what’s worse is when they link nationalism to racism.

We can tear down the wall to welcome a flood of migrants in a porous border for cheap labor, or we can strive to improve the economic opportunity in minority communities on the brink of homelessness in our own backyard.

But for us to do both is a pipe dream. This is not to say that we can’t or shouldn’t embrace legitimate asylum-seekers.

The economy and immigration go hand in glove to hover up at the top of the list of reasons why voters will get out and vote.

Be that as it may, when the rubber meets the road, the force to drive the masses to the polls is enthusiasm. And there is no greater catalyst to propel them like the rocket fuel of love, right?

With that in mind, the question on the ledger is if hate had the power to trump love. Joe Biden (Editor’s note: We added president-elect in front of his name in last week’s column, to which Ms. Fisher objected) didn’t stir amity or animosity.

In the same vein, more than 75 million Trump voters feel a deep sense of camaraderie and affection for him.

They see him as a blue-collar billionaire who is unapologetic about blurting out what pops to mind. What’d you expect from a native New Yorker born in Queens in the 1940s — a filter?

His bravado may well be a stark contrast to the flowery, trance-like soliloquies of former President Barack Obama.

At the same time, the gasp and giggle in unison from a 30,000-strong crowd,is a marvel to behold. Some will sleep in line overnight to catch a bird’s eye view of him, eager to hang on his every word for hours.

It takes me back to the ’80s when I was a teen. A string of fans would round the block in tents and sleeping bags to buy Monster of Rock tickets.

But he’s not a front man with a band. He can’t belt out a melody to a hoard of screaming fans with the lyrical wizardry of Led Zeppelin. You won’t hear him open with a familiar riff on a Gibson.

He’s no Randy Rhodes. Nor will you see him roll with the breakneck speed of a John Bonham solo; or break with the crisp fills of Sheila E. on the drum kit.

All the same, he is a one-man pyrotechnic show, to be sure.

What is it about him? Is it his moxy, the way he steps in the ring to go toe-to-toe with news anchors? The outlets that badmouth him now house the journalists who used to slather his backside with smooches, circa 2014.

Can any president in the history of the union tout the peal of the chant “we love you” by tens of thousands of strangers? While paradoxically, millions of foes abhor him, this is a conundrum which captures a blurred picture.

The rabid hatred of Trump did more to spur the people to check the Biden/Harris box than he or she did.

The former was able to pull a rabbit out of a hat and come in fourth place at the Iowa primary. The latter dropped out like a stoned flunky. And yet Bernie Sanders tied with Pete Buttigieg for first (Wikipedia, 2020).

The passion brims from the fringe of the party to the popular Independent Democratic Socialist from Vermont; 1,115 of the delegates felt the Burn.

So, to thwart a DNC brouhaha, Biden had to hold his nose and shake hands with him (Deliso, 2020), though it didn’t take him long to reach in his trench coat and pull out a dagger.

We are to buy that this dull-as-ditchwater, old, white plagiarist went on to earn more votes than Obama? The hopeful voters who circled the block to vote for in the single most historical election in America to date?

There is a larger voting bloc to cull votes from now than there was in 2008. And, come to think of it, he did smoke Trump with the graveyard and mausoleum backers.

How dare you try to quash dead voters. You best tread lightly, lest the woke brands you with the Necrophobia label.

Albeit Donald Trump did fumble with the crypt and tomb dwellers. At any rate, he still amassed more votes than any other president. By and large, he busted his tail for each one of the 75-plus million ballots cast for him.

For all intents and purposes, Biden napped his way to the top. Do you think a man who didn’t lift a finger for the single most important job in the world will exert too much energy to keep it?

If so, I’ve a magic potion to sell you.

Love him or hate him, either way you slice the pie, Trump is the one who drove all the voters to get out and cast a ballot.

The bottom line, at the end of the day, is that his appeal was so strong, even dead people came out in droves to vote.

 

RAINA FISHER is a child activist, writer and psychologist writing a memoir on parental alienation. She lives on County Home Road near Paris; her email address is rainafisher@hotmail.com.

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