“There are only murderers in this room! Michael! Open your eyes! This is the life we chose, the life we lead. And there is only one guarantee: none of us will see heaven.”

This passage, of course, occurs near the end of Road to Perdition, as a soon-to-be-dead John Rooney (Paul Newman) admonishes Michael Sullivan (Tom Hanks) in the most Paul Newman-y way possible. He’s aware of and accepting of his fate. But before Sullivan kills him, he reminds him that in their chosen profession (mobsters), there just isn’t much room for righteousness and convenient morality—even if that morality is due to the murder of a person’s wife and youngest son. There are only murderers in this room.

I’m reminded of that scene and that line today, nearly a week after decade-old footage of Donald Trump bragging to Billy Bush about grabbing women by the pussy was first published by the Washington Post, and a few days after Trump very obviously decided to emancipate any of pretense of decency and humanity and fully commit himself to finishing the last leg of his campaign as Darth Trump. Shackles off, he is no longer going to pretend to even give a damn about anything and anyone other than embracing and empowering the worst parts of America. The irrational fear, the unfounded hate, the proud and performative idiocy—all congealed and then distilled into a bottomless pitcher of rancid Mountain Dew.

Of course, for those who’ve been aware that Trump is a charlatan and a chickenhawk who fashions himself to be a demigod, this “new” development isn’t new at all. All he’s done is remove a Trump mask to reveal a Trump face. He’s no scarier or no more lecherous today than he was a week or a month or a year or a decade ago. What is new, however, is the complete absence of veneer for those who support him. They can no longer pretend that Trump gives half of a fuck about things like issues and policy and not being the real life personification of the rapiest Law & Order SVU antagionst ever. They can no longer pretend to not be so infested with every single possible “-ism” that they’d happily elect a man I wouldn’t even allow to babysit a peanut. And since those illusions are gone, I will no longer hesitate to say what I’ve been thinking and wanting and meaning to say since this election cycle began.

Hillary Clinton was wrong in saying that half of Trump’s supporters are deplorables. Because they all are. Every single one. If you are willing to vote for Donald Trump today, to elect this man President of the United States in spite of everything we know, you are a shitty person. A gotdamn nincompoop. A horrible motherfucker.

You’ve made your decision—you’ve etched your line in the sand—and that’s fine. You’ve declared, with your support, that you’d stand firmly behind a man who isn’t just unambiguously racist, sexist, nationalistic, xenophobic, jingoistic, and aggressively unbothered by anything other than making America a better place for people exactly like him, but whose current proximity to the White House is solely based on those characteristics. He is not your candidate, your Immortan, in spite of his less-than-desirable qualities. He is where he is because of them. And I can only deduce that you—each and every one of you—must possess these qualities as well.

If this is true (and I have no reason to believe it’s not) you must not want me here. The prospect of me—a Black man—walking what you believe to be your streets and breathing what you believe to be your air must make your stomach churn. You can not wait until Genghis Trump is elected so that I and everyone who happens to be different from you—Mexican or Muslim; Black or brown; Alicia Machado or Angela Merkel; homosexual or a human who fucking reads and shit—is excommunicated from your pre-racial, post-intellect utopia. Election Day must be like Christmas Eve to you. You do not care that Trump’s America, if followed to the letter, would be a dystopian hellscape. If transforming America into Panem is what’s necessary to rid your America of undesirables, then whatever. You’d rather live in a bucket of shit than live next to a Mosque. Or me. Because at least that bucket of shit came from Trump’s white ass.

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