The Wednesday yoga class I attended after the election was a group think exercise of weeping and gnashing of teeth. The outcome of the presidential election was exactly as Peggy Noonan described—enraged mourning. The enlightened Zen-like qualities of yoga—at peace with most things, a sense of natural serenity—were swamped by venomous spilling of well-worn liberal phrases aimed at Trump: he hates us; he’s going to deport children; he’s sexist, racist, anti-Semitic, homophobic.
There was no recognition that “60 million people are very happy and hopeful,” as Peggy Noonan writes in the WSJ.
They haven’t taken to the streets in elation, so we can’t see them. They haven’t broken car windows in their joy. Respect their happiness.
The question we ask after every national election is, “Can we come together?” The question this year is more, “Do we even want to come together?” Have the two nations within our nation reached a point of permanent estrangement? If the cultural left eases up and the economic right loosens up, maybe things can be soothed.
I think many people intuitively sense this: The Trump era either really will work or really won’t. It’s going to be something good or a disaster, but it won’t be a middling thing.
Ms. Noonan suggests we need to give Trump a chance. Watch closely, yes, and wish well. “Cheer what’s sound, criticize what isn’t.”