I Wish Donald Trump Nothing.
Wishing him well and wishing him harm are both “what they want us to do.”
Twitter is ablaze. Facebook is on fire. California is probably still burning too, but, different story.
Social media is self-immolating over whether it is “right” to wish the president a speedy recovery from the Coronavirus. Wishing your oppressors well is a slight variation on Stockholm Syndrome, isn’t it? Subscribing to the politeness, the decorum, the social niceties that uphold inherently oppressive systems such as the patriarchy and white supremacy is to buy into those systems, to validate their power.
“Fuck Trump. I do not wish him well.” has become a ringing battle cry across my Facebook page. Choruses have joined in agreement in the comments sections.
I agree, to an extent: I don’t understand why people’s lives suddenly become sacred in the moment they are threatened. I don’t understand Joe Biden pulling negative campaign ads “out of respect” for the president’s condition. Did contracting the Coronavirus erase all the shitty things he’s done? Acts of sudden and contrite deference for people who fall sick implies that we should criticize them, not on the morality of their actions, but based on whether they’re well enough to “take a hit.” It implies, weirdly, that our criticisms and anger…
