It’s Election Day eve — and I’m afraid
Tomorrow, November 3, is Election Day 2020. And I am anxious. Very anxious. I’ve a knot in my gut that won’t go away. I feel like the nation’s future is on the line, that a Trump victory will mean the end of the democracy that I’ve known all my life. What he didn’t destroy or disrupt in four years, he will surely destroy in another four.
It could be days, possibly weeks, before we know who won the election. In the meantime, I dread the chaos. Here in Denver and across the country, businesses are boarding up their windows in anticipation of rioting. And given what we saw this past summer, I don’t blame them. Demonstrators and counter-demonstrators, clashing in the streets; fighting the police; blocking highways; burning, looting, and vandalizing public buildings and private businesses will undoubtedly appear.
Add that to what we see when a professional sports team wins — wins — a title. Fans go crazy burning, looting, destroying. What happens when they win the presidency of the United States? Or worse, what happens when they lose? What happens if they think they’ve been cheated out of a victory?
We’ve already seen official ballot collection boxes torched, blue US mailboxes stolen or otherwise removed, signs and flags stolen or destroyed, intimidating gun-toting but unofficial “poll watchers,” and this weekend in Texas, a caravan of Trump supporters harassing a Biden campaign bus and almost causing an accident (see below). The Biden team cancelled their event scheduled for later that day, and the FBI is investigating the incident.
All this before Election Day. What happens if there’s a “red mirage” or a “blue mirage” tomorrow? What if Trump declares victory prematurely and sends in troops and/or lawyers to seize still uncounted and supposedly “illegal” mail ballots? What if there’s a rerun of Bush v. Gore (in a Supreme Court now packed with Trump-appointed conservatives)? How will Biden supporters react if they think their mail-in votes are being stolen or invalidated?
Tomorrow is Election Day — and I can hardly breathe.