Lindy West in the Times brings Donald Trump’s misogyny into clear focus. It’s not just about Trump, and it’s not enough to “not be Trump.” It’s time to stand up and be counted. You’re either with the rapists and the misogynists and the opponents of feminism. It’s not about your daughters or your wives or your voters. It’s about whether women are fully human, or whether they’re not. You choose. I know where I stand. Do you?
Vote with a vengeance this year, because that’s what it’s become. Vengeance.
Meanwhile, right-wing lawmakers are scrambling, sanctimonious and pathetic, to distance themselves from their own hideous progeny, clearly hoping to salvage some personal credibility and perhaps even save their party. But here is the thing, the big thing, that Paul D. Ryan and Reince Priebus and Mike Pence and all the spineless Billy Bushes of the world (and plenty of progressive men too, for that matter) don’t understand: Most of you are no better than Mr. Trump; you are just more subtle.
If you have spent your career brutalizing and dehumanizing women legislatively rather than personally, you are no better. If you were happy to overlook months of violent racism, xenophobia, transphobia and Islamophobia from the Trump campaign, but now you’re mad that he used a bad word and tried to sleep with another man’s wife, you are no better. If you have derided and stigmatized identity politics in an effort to keep the marginalized from organizing, you are no better. If you snicker or say nothing while your fellow men behave like Donald Trump, you are no better.
The truth is that all of you have failed women for generations, and you deserve to lose our votes. Next month we will grab you where it hurts. By your ballots.
Lindy West is my new hero.