Election Day was largely uneventful — other than a series of false bomb threats aimed at disrupting Democratic voting precincts. Yet, as the returns came in, a feeling of dread set in. At around 9:30 p.m., I texted my wife: “It’s still close, but honestly feels a little like 2016.” As in 2016, by midnight the reality of the outcome had set in.
Except this time, it was different. There was no mystery about what kind of president Trump would be. There was no question that he wanted to use the government to exact revenge against his enemies and enrich his friends. He had made his racist, authoritarian preferences more explicit and more well organized.
Most chilling, it was clear he was going to win not just the Electoral College, but the popular vote as well.
At 4 p.m. Wednesday, I turned on the television for the first time all day. I had been avoiding political coverage, but I wanted to see Kamala Harris offer her concession speech. She sounded a lot like Hillary, but more resolute and more specific: