I went down to the White House to see Trump’s son-in-law Jared Kushner give his excuses surrounding the meeting that he, Trump’s son, and Paul Manafort, among others, had with Russians, hoping to get dirt on Hillary.
“This is not normal,” I hear, echoing through my head as I walk from the Metro Station and around the corner onto the freak-show between Lafayette Square and the White House.
They actually didn’t let me into the White House, because I hadn’t updated my day pass. And Kushner ended up saying absolutely nothing that was not in the written statement that had been released that morning. After all of the non-televised press briefings, Kushner’s little spiel in front of a tiny podium was solely for the cameras.
Both of these things—forgetting to request a pass and not missing anything after all because the press events are total bullshit—are totally normal.
Since I got turned away from the traditional White House, though, I figured I would go futz around at its bizarre corporate shadow, Trump International Hotel.
The Trump International really is not normal. In the Old Post Office building, it now looks like a castle. Big American flags wave above the word “Trump.” As I walked around, towards the door, I passed The Spa, by Ivanka Trump ™. Then I saw the sign for “Presidential Ballroom.” Yes, yes, it is creepy as fuck. It’s not a real presidential ballroom in the White House, but instead a ballroom in a hotel owned by the the president near the White House that is branded as such a ballroom.
No, not normal.
The Inside of Trump International is also exactly what you might expect—an ostentatious display of gaudy luxury being soaked up both by the truly rich, perhaps hoping to please our plutocrat, and the vacationing red-hats who treat Trump’s place just like they’d treat a hotel at Disney, only holding out the possibility that they may glimpse the maestro known for small hands rather than the mouse known for his big ears.
Some of these people may be foreign leaders, by the way, so this kinda gross hotel is also the site of the lawsuit filed against the administration by Maryland Attorney General Brian Frosh and DC Attorney General Karl Racine. As Frosh recently told Marc Steiner on the Democracy in Crisis podcast, “The objective is to stop him from doing this because we don’t know whether he’s putting his financial interests first or the American people’s interests first.”
Hell yeah it’s fucked up if foreign governments use the hotel to give money to Trump and gain his favor. That’s the same reason I wasn’t going to spend a goddamned penny in that joint. But I was interested in seeing if they’d kick me out. I sat down on one of the overstuffed chairs. There were several newspapers laid out. The “failing” New York Times, and the Amazon Washington Post, which the president has spent a lot of time attacking.
I love the Times and the Post, but alt-weeklies like this were founded to provide something alternative to their sense of normalcy. We know what happens to even our best papers when the war machine starts moving. I mean, if Colin Powell says it, it must be true.
That’s where my air-conditioned mind started to drift as I sat in this hideous hotel. Why are we fetishizing normalcy?
Whenever Trump does something illegal, immoral, or insane, we say it is “not normal,” to the point that it is almost the official Democratic slogan (and much better than their actual slogan announced last week: “A Better Deal: Better Jobs, Better Wages, Better Future.”)
I mean, sure, I get it that normal sounds pretty good in comparison with the Trumpian chaos that has engulfed us all for the last six months. But if he falls tomorrow, the Democrats won’t have any better ideas than they had in November. They could float by for a while, but that’s it. They will look like the idiot Republicans—who spent seven years railing about healthcare and can’t come up with a plan—do now.
Trump was right when he said that the system was broken. He is proof of that. He is a product of our normal, its culmination. He was able to make all of his opponents look like assholes because they were assholes. It’s not normal that a psycho rich guy like Trump takes over the office to make profit for his family. But it is normal for rich guys to hold the office.
When Obama was first elected, the entire Tea Party was basically screaming, “This is not normal!” because we had never had a black president before. The Klan and the Red Shirts noted that Reconstruction was not normal. George Wallace cried out that integration was not normal and the homophobic religious right still hollers about how abnormal gay marriage is.
By saying that the Trump regime is not normal, you give power to his followers who voted for him for exactly that reason. It validates them.
If Democrats and the mainstream opposition instead embrace some other terms, it might help them develop their own vision. “Not right.” “Not moral.” “Not smart.” “Not patriotic.” And of course, “not legal.”
I did not get kicked out of Trump International, because, like the Democrats, I didn’t do shit—I just sat there checking email and taking notes. But when I walked back out into the DC summer, I felt acutely how vulnerable we are. The regime is belligerent, woefully uninformed, and ill-prepared. The odds are great that someone will attack us. And when they do, the same people now calling for normalcy will likely fall in line behind the leader.
And when they do, that will be normal.