On Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2024, I was awakened at first light. It was the morning after the most-consequential U.S. presidential election in our history. It also was the day after our late father’s 110th birthday, which several times during his 70 years fell on Election Day, a fact that pleased him immensely.
On Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2024, I was awakened at first light. It was the morning after the most-consequential U.S. presidential election in our history. It also was the day after our late father’s 110th birthday, which several times during his 70 years fell on Election Day, a fact that pleased him immensely.
My wife of nearly half-a-century delivered the bad news that Donald J. Trump had been declared the winner of the U.S. presidency. Neither of us was surprised by the result.
The news, although not unexpected, produced the saddest day of a long life of studying, following, and writing about politics. The sadness I still feel in my soul from another November day when John F. Kennedy was murdered now is rivaled in my remorse by the election of a convicted felon to the highest office in the free world. As in 1963, something sacred has died in the nation’s soul.
How could people do this?
The country grievously erred eight years ago when Mr. Trump was elected president. He had help from the Russians in that campaign, and there is a sense that the entire story regarding that has yet to emerge. But some voters in 2016 really did not know what they were getting. That cannot be an excuse in this election. They knew exactly what they were getting. They have elected a convicted felon, even though the judicial system now at both the state and federal levels almost certainly will toss convictions and indictments.
It is so sad, and I doubt that I ever will forgive my those who voted for this crook to our most-sacred office. God forgive. God save us, for we are unable to save ourselves.
On Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2024, I was awakened at first light. It was the morning after the most-consequential U.S. presidential election in our history. It also was the day after our late father’s 110th birthday, which several times during his 70 years fell on Election Day, a fact that pleased him immensely.
My wife of nearly half-a-century delivered the bad news that Donald J. Trump had been declared the winner of the U.S. presidency. Neither of us was surprised by the result.
The news, although not unexpected, produced the saddest day of a long life of studying, following, and writing about politics. The sadness I still feel in my soul from another November day when John F. Kennedy was murdered now is rivaled in my remorse by the election of a convicted felon to the highest office in the free world. As in 1963, something sacred has died in the nation’s soul.
How could people do this?
The country grievously erred eight years ago when Mr. Trump was elected president. He had help from the Russians in that campaign, and there is a sense that the entire story regarding that has yet to emerge. But some voters in 2016 really did not know what they were getting. That cannot be an excuse in this election. They knew exactly what they were getting. They have elected a convicted felon, even though the judicial system now at both the state and federal levels almost certainly will toss convictions and indictments.
It is so sad, and I doubt that I ever will forgive my those who voted for this crook to our most-sacred office. God forgive. God save us, for we are unable to save ourselves.