I have never been more afraid for the future of our country's institutions, or more persuaded of their imminent peril. Oh, to be sure, as a teenage leftist, I actually called for, demanded, the pulling down of the entire established order. Whether in my communist phase or my anarcho-syndicalist chapter, I didn't think that any of the current system was particularly worth salvaging. And then, when Trump was sharking his way toward office, I warned on this blog frequently that we were about to descend as a nation into quasi-fascism.
Both times, I meant it. I was being sincere, up to a point. But at the same time, I thought that I would "go on calmly eating good dinners for the next fifty years," to borrow a line from D.H. Lawrence. Whether urging that we ought to bring down the system or warning my contemporaries that it might be wobbling on its stilts, I still believed deep down that nearly everything would continue on -- as
I knew it, in
my life -- much as it had before.