Text of an email i sent to a friend. His name has been deleted.

G: I would describe myself as “cautiously pessimistic” about the country’s future, short-term and long-term. Pessimism comes almost naturally to me, mostly because I’ve seen too many wars and revolts and riots and acts of terrorism. In other words, I’ve been witness to a lot of history, defined by Gibbon as largely the “record of the crimes and follies of mankind.” My experiences have made me skeptical about humanity’s capacity for moral virtue. People tend to do the right thing only when the wrong thing fails to present itself. What makes me cautious is that I could be mistaken in predicting that the sack of the citadel of democracy by a mob was not the end of something but the beginning, and that that something will make yesterday’s events look decorous by comparison. Weather forecasts are the only prophecies we can rely on, and even they are often off the mark.

Anyone who has followed closely the fraying of our social and political fabric in recent years would not have been surprised by what happened yesterday. Shocked, disgusted, appalled, angered, yes, but not surprised. The storming of the Capitol building was the expression of what Philip Roth termed “the American Id,” and the armed thugs were its embodiment, as is the man who incited them. Donald Trump is, moreover, both a product of the darker impulses in our national character, as well as their accelerant.
A headline in today’s Times read: “Americans at the Gates: The Trump Era’s Inevitable Denouement.” The last word implies a climax, an ending. It suggests a hope that once Trump is out of office, a semblance of normality will be restored and his legion of followers fade into the shadowy margins inhabited by cranks. Trumpism, the thinking goes, is not an ideology but a cult; with its leader off the stage, it will eventually disappear. Well, maybe. I don’t doubt that the incoming Biden administration will considerably improve things, but I find it difficult to believe that Wednesday’s insurrection was, as it were, the breaking of a national fever. Even if Trump winds up where he belongs — in prison — and never utters another public word, never sends one more hysterical tweet, that we’ve heard the last from the people who worship and idolize him: white supremacists and right-wing militias, the whole huge mass of QAnon lunatics, conspiracy theorists, anti-immigrant fanatics.
I read somewhere that 70 percent of the 70+million who voted for Trump are convinced that the election was stolen from him, despite the total absence of evidence. Millions of our fellow citizens live in an alternate reality, embracing every lie he’s told,  absorbing all the outrageous propaganda injected into their brains by the house organs of the extreme right. It’s not that they’re innocent dupes of a huge disinformation campaign — they seek disinformation, they want their views and biases confirmed, they want easy, off-the-rack explanations for the social and cultural changes the U.S. is undergoing, because they’re too lazy to examine the issues themselves and draw reasonable conclusions. They can’t drink enough from the fountains of conspiracy theories, no matter how outlandish, because they need to think of themselves as recipients of special knowledge not possessed by the elites they despise. They likewise need to stoke their rage.
If those millions represent the shaft of the spear, the thirty-thousand who took part in Wednesday’s festival of vandalism are the blade, and the armed militias are the point. Those are the ones we should look out for — the Proud Boys, the Oath Keepers, the Three Precenters, or the lesser-known, localized bands like the one that planned to kidnap Michigan’s governor, or who, armed to the teeth, broke into the state capitol (rehearsing for the one in D.C.?) to protest pandemic restrictions. I have studied these groups, read their manifestos. What they want is civil war; they fantasize about it, imagining themselves marching under their Gadsden flags to battle socialists, lefties of all stripes, blacks, hispanics. Most of them, if not all, have never seen or fought in a war; if they had, they wouldn’t find it so attractive.
They are going to go ground for a while, but I think they will improve their organization, acquire explosives, train more, and then strike.
It could come in a week, it could be in a month or two or six, but we have not heard the last primeval howl from the Great American Id. Once again, I might be wrong, I certainly hope so. In fact, I would like you to persuade me that I am.
Regards, PJC.

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