From Smirking Chimp
The Clash asked. Now I am too: Should I stay or should I go?
Celebrity liberals always threaten to head for the exits if a presidential election doesn't go their way. Then they renege.
This year is different: some Americans really are leaving.
An early indicator of Trump-inspired flight came on Election Night, when
"Trumping out" is far too tiny of a phenomenon to qualify as an official Thing. By mid-December, only 28 Americans had applied for asylum. But my instincts tell me that's about to change. And my instincts are pretty sharp: counting yard signs in my swing state/swing county hometown of Dayton, Ohio gave me an early indication that Trump had a strong chance of winning.
If you've got some money, college degrees and speak a second language (ahem, French), it's pretty easy to get into Canada, which has served as our go-to exile since the Vietnam draft dodgers. With help from a lawyer, a friend of mine who said he didn't want his children to grow up in a fascist country scored residency documents for himself, his wife and kids in just a few months. Canadian colleges and universities are reporting a surge in U.S. applicants -- many of whom would likely stay up there after graduation.
I think most people who are eyeing the door are like me, in wait-and-see mode.
Let's be clear: this isn't about voting with our feet. If I moved out of the country every time I didn't like the election results, I'd be gone after every single election, and that includes the local ones. I hate both parties; I hate the entire system. This is about self-preservation: what if some Trump nut takes it upon himself to shoot me over a cartoon? It wouldn't be unprecedented.
It's also about practicality. Fleeing Trumpistan would be much easier for me than for most people. I have dual French/EU citizenship through my mom, a status I have maintained in the belief that economies and societies can collapse quickly so it's good to have an exit strategy. My French is passable. Thanks to the Internet, my career is portable. I could draw cartoons and write columns and publish books from anywhere on earth.
I talk almost every day with a colleague, a conservative journalist, about how we will know it's time to leave the United States. Not to express disapproval -- honestly, who would care? -- but to save our skins.
You know that Martin Niemoller "first they came for the..." quote? Political cartoonists know that here, in the U.S. under Trump in 2017, we could easily be the first. So we're watching closely.
When your government turns psycho, you don't want to wait until it's too late to get out. When you ask Jewish Americans what year their family fled Europe to come to the United States, it's striking how most left before, say, 1936. The Holocaust didn't technically begin until 1941, but earlier departures were easier -- and impossible after World War II began in 1939. On the other hand, moving is expensive. And I'm American. I don't want to leave. I like it here. Why jump the gun?
I've been reading Volker Ullrich's superb biography
As Ullrich reminds us, the machinery of state repression moved quickly after Hitler's 1933 seizure of power. Censorship, then arrests of left-wing politicians were an early canary in the coalmine. This week we watched Trump's Republicans silence the unfailingly polite Elizabeth Warren on the floor of the U.S. senate. The president himself personally joke-threatened to "destroy" the career of a Texas state senator as a favor to police, because the lawmaker wants to reform civil asset forfeiture (when cops steal your property and never give it back, even when you're found not guilty of a crime).