| It’s a problem that whenever I listen to Democratic leaders like Chuck Schumer and Hakeem Jeffries, I become frustrated, instead of inspired. It’s a problem that they make me feel hopeless instead of hopeful. It’s a problem that whenever I get their fundraising notices (which I’ve tried to block), I am motivated to respond with invectives and profanity instead of money. It’s a problem that Democrats project weakness, cowardice, and complicity, instead of strength and resolve. It’s a problem that listening to Democrats makes me want to tune out, to know less, to care less.
Maybe it’s just me. In fact, I desperately hope my reaction is unique, that I’m allergic to fecklessness in some psychologically specific way. When I see people out in the streets protesting, I see energy, I see passion, I see people willing to risk it all. I see everything that I don’t see in Washington. I see people who are not waiting for the Democratic Party to remove its head from its fatally bloated ass.
The people are leading. This week, for the first time, a poll showed that abolishing ICE was more popular than funding it. But too many Democrats remain committed to protecting Trump’s Gestapo, while many, many more would rather just not talk about it at all. No matter how many people ICE shoots dead in the streets, Schumer would rather talk about the price of eggs.
I just don’t know if the people who stand to politically benefit from the energy in the streets, the Democrats, can benefit from it if they spend all their time telling people to not care about the things they care about. For every person who looks at the uselessness of Washington Democrats and says, “I have to do more,” how many others say, “There’s nothing I can do”? How can we expect people to literally risk their lives to defend their communities when their leaders won’t risk a mean tweet from an imaginary Republican they’ve invented in their head?
My mother and sister went to a protest last weekend, then packed anti-ICE bags (bags with whistles, eyewash, and contact information for lawyers) to be given out to protesters. I was supposed to go too, but I bailed. Hopelessness got the better of me. They say in Dune, “Fear is the mind-killer,” but for me it’s despair.
I’ll work myself out of it. I always do. I just have to remember that being against something evil is more than enough justification for action. I just have to be motivated by our lack of options, instead of enervated by it. I just have to remember that I’m a Democrat by registration, not by temperament. |