An Essay for November 2016

GOOD ARTICLE  --  Wish I could write like this!

Daniel Greenfield, a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the Freedom Center,
is a New York writer . . .

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 calls
it 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
ObamaCare. 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 of the impossible is the day
that America will cease to exist.

Today is not that day. November 8, fifty million Americans did the
impossible.  Midnight has passed. A new day has come. And everything
is about to change.

This is the beginning of a change for which we've all searched & prayed. 

Heaven forbid we do not need another President-in-Training. 

Now let's ALL hold our elected's feet to the fire to recover

& deliver our beloved USA to her GREATNESS.

                    USA!  USA!  USA!  USA!

Thank you Lord for hearing & answering our prayers.