Trump's shtick and its appeal is revealed by a New Yorker reporter who posed as a regular member of the public instead of letting himself be confined to the press area. Trump's fans are mean and ignorant and racist and warmongering, no surprise there, but the element of Hillary hatin' was not something I had thought of as a motivator.
At Trump events, the press is confined to a section that is surrounded by metal barriers, preventing journalists from mingling with the crowd. To avoid that, I waited in line for almost three hours with Trump supporters. Popular buttons and stickers included ones that say, “If she can’t please her husband, she can’t please the country,” “Bomb the hell out of ISIS,” “Up Yours Hillary,” and “Trump That Bitch.” A middle-aged man in front of me joked to his friend, “If they turn the entire Middle East into a parking lot, are we still going to have to take our shoes off at the airport?”
And it's fascinating that marginalized religious fundamentalists think he's great. Maybe they believe he'll give them some of his money.
As to Ted Cruz, the fact that everyone hates him is no deterrent. Everyone hated Nixon, after all.
Brandon links to this excellent article from the Chronicle of Higher Education. I've been mulling it over. The style threw me a little--it seemed to be below academic writing standards, especially in the beginning paragraphs--but the author has some powerful insights. This reference to Ta-Naheshi Coate's book, Between the World and Me, which I have read, struck me as profound:
The black experience of violence and fear, says Coates, is a more intense, more palpable, version of the human experience, which white America is in flight from. That unabashed humanism — that old-fashioned universalism forged in the face of violent death — demands that we put Coates in dialogue with Hobbes and more contemporary theorists like Shklar.
It is also that humanism that makes Between the World and Me such an exemplary text. While many have voiced their frustration with the overt anti-politics of the text, there is a politics going on there but on the lower frequencies. It is the naming of an experience we have grown all too familiar with — the unhurried disposal of black bodies — and the defamiliarizing insistence that this is not only a black problem but also a white problem. This is where Coates’s humanism truly bites: It is a challenge to whites who believe that they are safe and whose believed-in safety comes at black expense.
I have read Hobbes but not Shklar, so maybe I should correct that deficiency. The important point here is that sacrificing black bodies will not keep white people safe. We are all in this together: the great American stew.