Inauguration Day, January 20, 2017.
Donald J. Trump takes the oath of office to be president of the United States with his hand on TWO Bibles! (More on that later).
He is now our president, my president. Donald Trump? How could this happen? How, in this nation I love, could this occur? I understand many of the dynamics, sociologically speaking: lost jobs, lost status, lost centers of cohesion. Religious congregations and denominations have been narrowed into enclaves for the like-minded. Patriotism has been turned into a category that is narrowly defined by a few talk radio hosts and Fox News. But, am I not a patriot too, one who loves and will sacrifice for the country?
It was Bill Coffin who said “Good patriots carry on a lover’s quarrel with their country, a reflection of God’s lover’s quarrel with the world.” Parker Palmer reminded me of this quote by Coffin in a recent interview with Krista Tippett (Parker Palmer on Patriotism and Trump).
Parker helped me better understand the emotional vertigo I was experiencing when he said, “On January 20, 2017, the country I love will inaugurate a man who embodies many of our culture’s most soulless traits: adolescent impulsiveness, an unbridled drive for wealth and power, a taste for violence, nonstop narcissism, and massive arrogance. A man who has maligned women, Mexicans, Muslims, African Americans, immigrants, members of the LGBTQ community, people with disabilities, and Mother Earth — a man who’d sooner deny the obvious than apologize for the outrageous — will become President of the United States.
When time for the inauguration came I couldn’t watch — not in real-time. I believe this is a day of tragedy for our nation. Actually, I pray fervently that I am wrong. However, as one of my wise friends says, “There is no wrong way to do the right thing.”
Instead of watching the inauguration I read passages of scripture (Isaiah 43, Luke 4, Matthew 5-7, Psalm 30) Psalm 30:5 reminds that “Weeping may linger for the night but joy comes with the morning.” These passages offer a much more compelling inaugural — one that better fits the shape of our hope as human beings.
And I read passages from Rebecca Solnit’s book Hope in the Dark: Untold Histories, Wild Possibilities. It was here I read “And when you face a politics that aspires to make you fearful, alienated, and isolated, joy is a fine initial act of insurrection.”
In the end, I did look at video clips of Mr. Trump’s inauguration address — with the sound OFF. Then I read it. It was watching the address in silence that I noticed something for the first time. Where had I seen these behaviors before? These facial expressions, the gestures, the snarls, the gesticulation? It was familiar, and threatening, apart from any words. If I had never seen him before, this was clearly an angry man — diffuse anger. Expressing disgust over something. Something deep in my psyche said “don’t get near him.”
I searched my memory. Why was this truculent image so compelling? Then I recalled the places it had been seen —
- Troubled parents yelling at their children from the sidelines of a baseball game or soccer match.
- Crowds caught up in so-called professional wrestling matches or soccer matches.
- A certain angry basketball coach yelling at the refs — or worse, his players.
- School board meetings or city council meetings where angry citizens want to “protect their children” or “protect their property” from others, unlike themselves, — usually the less fortunate.
I was reminded of my own adolescence, of my anger and soul-sick past efforts to denigrate or belittle others, that I fell into. Thankfully this mostly occurred in my preadolescent years… so I recognized the fear laden, petty impulses I saw in those images.
And, mostly, I was reminded of the famous photo taken by my friend Will Counts depicting the angry mob following Elizabeth Eckford of the Little Rock Nine as she was on her way to school. One of the persons shouting at her is Hazel Massery. (Forty years later Hazel sought forgiveness and reconciliation with Elizabeth.)
Angry words are easily spoken, especially by the immature, but typically they result in false promises and dangerous threats. To fulfill the promises made will require some compromises, apologies, new alliances with perceived enemies. It is the threats that are more easily made and laced in bigotry that are real. Threats indicate an inability to think beyond binary categories of good and evil or us and them.
The scripture passages I read tell of the power of anger to destroy others — and in the process one’s own self. The scriptures speak of a need for forgiveness (no matter whether one thinks it is needed). The scriptures speak of a God who loves ALL and calls us to love others as we are loved. You can swear on two, or ten, or one hundred Bibles but the real importance of the Bible is to know the stories and truths it contains… and to incorporate those into a person’s living and behaviors.
Hand on the Bible, Mr. Trump is now caught in a web of his own making. He will be expected by us all — including those who voted for him — to do more than merely shout insults from the sidelines. Either/or views of the world won’t do much good when the complexities of modern life and governance confront. Can a seventy year old grow up emotionally? The world watches and hopes.