Day five since the spotting of the first rhinoceros charging down my street. Every day the beasts multiply and I check my reflection in the mirror for signs of the dread malady of “normalization,” commonly known as rhinoceritis. See The New York Times article by Teju Cole on the history of the disease and its symptoms: A Time for Refusal
I suppose the conciliatory speeches of President Obama and Hillary Clinton were appropriate – “going high when they go low” – but I worry that those responses helped kick off a poisonous new normal. My heart is with the demonstrators in the street – Trump’s rise and his presidency can never be considered normal.
Was George Bernard Shaw right that wrestling with a pig is pointless (we both get dirty, but the pig likes it)? How do we resist, then? I am struggling with this.
More to come.