Let me start today by, being clear about one thing. I’m a 72-year-old, upper-middle-class, married Jewish professional.
As much as some progressives, draw parallels to Germany in the 1930s, I don’t believe I’m in danger of roving gangs of skinheads pulling me and my wife out of our home and sending us to camps. Although Donald Trump may yet wreck the economy, of course, and endanger my finances, I don’t believe I’m at risk of being driven into poverty as many others are.
And maybe the most likely tangible impact I feel from Trump’s authoritarian agenda will be worsening climate change and the resulting damage to what remains of my life. But, like so many of my peers, actually, I am acutely suffering under the yoke of this reactionary authoritarian regime.
And what I—and so many others—are suffering from is not necessarily, you see, less important than objective economic exploitation and political oppression, which is also, of course, happening every day. We’re experiencing—I’m experiencing—extreme moral injury every day.
