I then ask in all innocence how it is that such an evil man could be democratically elected in a free and fair contest. The answer is invariably the same: the people who voted for him are stupid. They are rednecks. They are racists. They are stupid racist rednecks. Of course, I want to say that my sympathies lie entirely with these morons because I think national borders are a Good Thing. And I want to follow that by saying that, so far, the most obvious result of multiculturalism, as far as I can see, has been the end of freedom of speech, thought and conscience. (…)
But over the summer, as I say, I’ve learned to keep quiet.
The depth of their hatred unsettles me. On discovering that you are dwelling among the tents of wickedness, the evangelical chapel Christian won’t despise you. But these Trump haters’ hatred is so absolute and genocidal, I can’t fathom it. Am I missing something, I wonder? Am I a Nazi? Is this hatred of Donald Trump perhaps a complex that I can look up in a textbook of psychological disorders? A modern equivalent of valetudinarianism, perhaps? Certainly, the Trump haters I met this summer were wealthy. The wealthier they were, the greater the hatred. They also hated their own white working class, especially those born in the former Confederate states. It’s so strange.
