By Kevin D. Williamson
Thursday, October 18, 2018
Politically speaking, I am a party of one. I know that
political ads are not designed for me, and that most political rhetoric is not
addressed to me. Still, I find it all mysterious.
During the 2016 presidential election, we were introduced
to a new character in American politics: the Reluctant Trump Voter. (I feel the
president’s pain; one of my favorite genres of social-media posts is the
missive from my reluctant fan club, e.g.: “Kevin D. Williamson obviously is a
monster and beyond redemption, but you should really read his essay on . . .”
Makes me smile every time.) If you are a conservative, chances are you know one
or two of those Reluctant Trump Voters. They generally explained themselves in
this way: “I don’t know about Donald Trump. But I do know about Hillary Rodham
Clinton, and I’ll roll the dice on Trump.”
For a hot minute there, the Democrats’ great hope for the
midterm elections was going to be the Reluctant Trump Voter evolving into a
different kind of RTV: the Regretful Trump Voter, the Remorseful Trump Voter,
the Repenting Trump Voter hoping to become the Redeemed Trump Voter by pulling
the lever for the party of Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer. It wasn’t that weird
a theory: Stranger things have happened in politics.
But the Democrats have a funny outreach strategy.
Imagine that you were someone who had had reservations
about Donald Trump in 2016 but still preferred him to Herself, being as you
likely are a moderate-leaning voter and not especially ideological, perhaps one
who found many things to admire about Barack Obama but who thought that he
pushed things too far during his administration, exceeding his mandate and causing
instability in the process, and that electing Herself was likely to make things
worse rather than better. Maybe there were personal things you found
distasteful about the Clintons, such as their dynastic ambitions and their
jaw-dropping sense of entitlement to national political power. On the other
hand, Republicans want to cut taxes and reform regulations, which are things
you probably approve of in general; and they’re less likely to create expensive
new entitlements (socializing health care, making college “free,” as though
those costs weren’t going to be borne by somebody); and their old-fashioned
belief that the law pretty much says what it says and judges should stick with
that rather than make stuff up on the fly is more appealing than the alternative.
You found it relatively easy to imagine President Trump signing those tax-cut
bills and maybe putting a leash on the EPA, and you figured that Mike Pence or
somebody would whisper the right names in his ear when it came to judicial
appointments. Whatever reservations you may have had about Trump, chances are
that, if the above is pretty close to what you were thinking in 2016, then you
aren’t terribly disappointed.
What the Democrats needed, it seemed, was a way to get
those Reluctant Trump Voters to turn into Regretful Trump Voters and join up,
however temporarily, with Team Donkey.
From the vantage point of October 2018, I have to wonder:
Why on Earth would they?
The Democrats’ outreach to those Reluctant Trump Voters
has been peculiar indeed, e.g. insisting that they must have been motivated by
racism, that they are closeted (or out-and-proud) white supremacists, that they
hate women, that they are motivated by bigotry against Muslims and revulsion
against homosexuals, that they are dumb (so surpassingly stupid that they “vote
against their own interests,” as the Democratic mantra goes), that they are one
moral degree of separation from Heinrich Himmler, if that, etc.
Further, any Reluctant Trump Voters considering signing
up to make common cause with contemporary American progressives have to
understand that they may have been reluctant participants in the
nationalist-populist wave of 2016 but there is no reluctance permitted to them
in 2018. If you’re going to be marching alongside Chuck Schumer, Nancy Pelosi,
Dianne Feinstein, et al., then you’re also going to be marching with NARAL and
Planned Parenthood, anti-police radicals, people who gleefully advertise their
hatred for white men, people who believe that the cause of justice demands
publicly funded sex-change procedures on pre-adolescents — the whole smelly
poopburger. If you are an up-and-down-the-line Democrat like Joan Barry, 100
percent on board with the party orthodoxy with the sole exception of our
current anything-goes abortion regime, then you’re going to get death threats.
Stray a little bit from the party line and people like Maxine Waters and Eric
Holder — a sitting member of the House of Representatives and the former
attorney general — are willing to justify and encourage mob attacks against
you. Try that on a college campus and the powers that be will twiddle their
thumbs even in the face of arson and fire-bombings. Make a donation to a
politically unpopular cause and our so-called liberals will do everything they
can to personally destroy you, starting with working to get you fired from your
job. If they need to make up stories about your being a serial gang-rapist, so
be it. And the so-called liberals in positions of institutional power will
either collaborate with them or cower in the face of the mob.
Any of that make you want to sign on the line which is
dotted? I talk to those Reluctant Trump Voters on a fairly regular basis. You
know what a lot of them are this October? A heck of a lot less reluctant.
The extent to which presidents claim credit for the state
of the economy — and the state of the world at large — is absurd. But that’s
the little game we insist on playing, for whatever reason, and there isn’t much
on that front that’s likely to make a Reluctant Trump Voter sign up to join a
mob dedicated to chasing people out of restaurants, public places, or their
jobs for holding non-conforming political ideas.
So what do the Democrats have? That the president is
guilty of “treason”? Grow up.
Instead, here in the run-up to the midterms, they have
pretty much abandoned any serious effort to reach out to those voters. Instead,
they’ve embraced a strategy of trying to convince Americans that their
neighbors are Nazis, and that screaming at them on Facebook is the moral
equivalent of fighting with the French Resistance.
Like I said: mystifying.
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