“Everything is about to change” (by Daniel Greenfield
11/9/2016)
Daniel
Greenfield, a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the Freedom Center, is a New York
writer focusing on radical Islam.
This wasn’t an election. It was a revolution.
It’s midnight in America. The day before fifty million Americans
got up and stood in front of the great iron wheel that had been grinding them
down. They stood there even though the media told them it was
useless. They took their stand even while all the chattering classes
laughed and taunted them.
They were fathers who couldn’t feed their families anymore. They
were mothers who couldn’t afford health care. They were workers whose
jobs had been sold off to foreign countries. They were sons who didn’t
see a future for themselves. They were daughters afraid of being murdered
by the “unaccompanied minors” flooding into their towns. They took a deep
breath and they stood.
They held up their hands and the great iron wheel stopped.
The Great Blue Wall crumbled. The impossible states fell one by
one. Ohio. Wisconsin. Pennsylvania. Iowa. The white
working class that had been overlooked and trampled on for so long got to its
feet. It rose up against its oppressors and the rest of the nation, from
coast to coast, rose up with it.
They fought back against their jobs being shipped overseas while their
towns filled with migrants that got everything while they got nothing.
They fought back against a system in which they could go to jail for a trifle
while the elites could violate the law and still stroll through a presidential
election. They fought back against being told that they had to watch what
they say. They fought back against being held in contempt because they wanted
to work for a living and take care of their families.
They fought and they won.
This wasn’t a vote. It was an uprising. Like the ordinary
men chipping away at the Berlin Wall, they tore down an unnatural thing that
had towered over them. And as they watched it fall, they marveled at how
weak and fragile it had always been. And how much stronger they were than
they had ever known.
Who were these people? They were leftovers and flyover
country. They didn’t have bachelor degrees and had never set foot in a
Starbucks. They were the white working class. They didn’t talk
right or think right. They had the wrong ideas, the wrong clothes and the
ridiculous idea that they still mattered.
They were wrong about everything. Illegal immigration? Everyone
knew it was here to stay. Black Lives Matter? The new civil rights
movement. Manufacturing? As dead as the dodo. Banning
Muslims? What kind of bigot even thinks that way? Love wins.
Marriage loses. The future belongs to the urban metrosexual and his dot
com, not the guy who used to have a good job before it went to China or Mexico.
They couldn’t change anything. A thousand politicians and
pundits had talked of getting them to adapt to the inevitable future.
Instead they got in their pickup trucks and drove out to vote.
And they changed everything.
Barack Hussein Obama boasted that he had changed America. A
billion regulations, a million immigrants, a hundred thousand lies and it was
no longer your America. It was his.
He was JFK and FDR rolled into one. He told us that his version
of history was right and inevitable.
And they voted and left him in the dust. They walked past him
and they didn’t listen. He had come to campaign to where they still cling
to their guns and their bibles. He came to plead for his legacy.
And America said, “No.”
Fifty millions Americans repudiated him. They repudiated the
Obamas and the Clintons. They ignored the celebrities. They paid no
attention to the media. They voted because they believed in the
impossible. And their dedication made the impossible happen.
Americans were told that walls couldn’t be built and factories
couldn’t be opened. That treaties couldn’t be unsigned and wars couldn’t
be won. It was impossible to ban Muslim terrorists from coming to America
or to deport the illegal aliens turning towns and cities into gangland
territories.
It was all impossible. And fifty million Americans did the
impossible. They turned the world upside down.
It’s midnight in America. CNN is weeping. MSNBC is wailing.
ABC is having a tantrum. NBC damns it. It wasn’t supposed to
happen. The same machine that crushed the American people for two
straight terms, the mass of government, corporations and non-profits that ran
the country, was set to win.
Instead the people stood in front of the machine. They blocked
it with their bodies. They went to vote even though the polls told them
it was useless. They mailed in their absentee ballots even while Hillary
Clinton was planning her fireworks victory celebration. They looked at
the empty factories and barren farms. They drove through the early cold.
They waited in line. They came home to their children to tell them that
they had done their best for their future. They bet on America. And
they won.
They won improbably. And they won amazingly.
They were tired of Obama-Care. They were tired of
unemployment. They were tired of being lied to. They were tired of
watching their sons come back in coffins to protect some Muslim country.
They were tired of being called racists and homophobes. They were tired
of seeing their America disappear.
And they stood up and fought back. This was their last
hope. Their last chance to be heard.
The media had the election wrong all along. This wasn’t about
personalities. It was about the impersonal. It was about fifty
million people whose names no one except a server will ever know fighting
back. It was about the homeless woman guarding Trump’s star. It was
about the lost Democrats searching for someone to represent them in Ohio and
Pennsylvania. It was about the union men who nodded along when the
organizers told them how to vote, but who refused to sell out their futures.
No one will ever interview all those men and women. We will
never see all their faces. But they are us and we are them. They
came to the aid of a nation in peril. They did what real Americans have
always done. They did the impossible.
America is a nation of impossibilities. We exist because our
forefathers did not take no for an answer. Not from kings or tyrants. Not
from the elites who told them that it couldn’t be done.
The day when we stop being able to pull off the impossible is the day
that America will cease to exist.
Today is not that day. Today the Silent Majority Americans did
the impossible.
Midnight has passed. A new day has
come. And everything is about to change.
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