I Still Don't Hear The Voice Of American Voters
By Andre Vltchek
November 15, 2016 "Information Clearing House" - Since the results of the latest Presidential elections were announced, I am longing for silence, while the overwhelming cacophony of deafening noises is assaulting my ears, and in fact all my senses.
Suddenly everyone around me
wants to speak, to shout, and to
declare. Lately, people who are
surrounding me, as well as those
who are far away from me are
frantically watching the news,
reading newspapers and browsing
through countless political
websites.
My friends and comrades all over
the world are poking jokes at
the US political establishment,
or trembling in anticipation of
something terrible, even
apocalyptic.
Many are just having fun. Even
some thoughtful and educated
individuals are behaving like
obsessive football fans:
analyzing, passing judgments,
and spending countless hours on
the couch, in front of their
television screens.
Of course there are also many
gigantic protests in countless
American cities against the
President-elect, Donald Trump,
the 45th leader of the mightiest
nation on Earth. There are some
massive protests, desperate
protests, and hopeless protests.
There are also personal
protests, resigned shrugs of
shoulders and downcast glances.
Overall there is a lot of noise.
Everyone is speaking from the
top of his or her lungs.
Actually, people are shouting
over each other. They want to be
heard, desperately. While very
few are listening. Very few also
appear to be reflecting on what
is being said by the others, on
what is truly happening, on what
has happened.
Despite millions of words and
images assaulting our brains
from all directions, I know that
something is definitely missing,
something important, and even
something essential. It is not
just my analytical mind that
comprehends this; it is also my
intuition.
As a result, I want to smash
those television sets in my
vicinity, I want to throw
newspapers into the garbage bin,
and I want to go away, far away,
from all my politicizing friends
and comrades.
But what is it that is being
omitted in the official and even
in the alternative narrative?
What is it that I want to hear,
longing to hear so much ...
longing with such force, even
with such desperation?
Am I desperate for some precise
analyses, for exact numbers, for
revealing facts? Am I yearning
for one brilliant study, for a
report? Do I want to hear from
someone why on earth did the
American people elect someone
like him, like Donald Trump? Or
is it all actually much more
simple and selfish: do I expect
those wise words to come from my
own brain, typed into my
computer with my own fingers?
How did it all really come to
this? And why? What will happen
now? What will happen to them
(to the voters), what will
happen to America, the country,
which despite everything used to
be my home for many years? What
will happen to America which
took so much, but which also
gave me plenty? I kept asking,
above all, what will happen to
the world, to the entire world,
which is now my true home, and
which is also their true home
(home of the American voters),
although perhaps they do not
fully comprehend it yet.
No, I did not want to hear the
facts! I couldn’t care less
about the numbers. I was not
longing for analyses, and I felt
absolutely no desire to speak!
Suddenly, there was only one
longing left in me: to listen,
to hear, to absorb the millions
of voices of those who just
recently went to the polls and
stuck those pieces of paper into
boxes, most likely changing the
destiny of the world. And since
I knew I wouldn’t be able to
absorb millions of testimonies,
I wanted to listen to at least a
few hundred or even thousands of
them if possible.
I wanted to hear the stories of
those men and women from the
Rustbelt states, from the Deep
South, from isolated farms and
exhausted mining towns. I wanted
to put my glass of beer next to
theirs, in some god-forsaken
bar, and just nod and whisper
what so many storytellers before
me, have done for millennia, and
what they will be saying for
many centuries to come: “Please
tell me your story...”
I want to hear their stories so
I can collect them, arrange
them, and pass them onto the
world.
I want the people who voted for
Donald Trump to speak to me, to
explain, to let me into their
thoughts and emotions. I want to
understand what occurred through
their stories.
I don’t want to judge. I am
usually very judgmental, very
political, and very ideological.
This time I have no desire to be
... This is too serious; too
damn serious!
I owe America that much. That is
the least I can do. To return
there, to fly there all the way
from Asia, to rent a car, and
drive from coast to coast, for
long weeks, and to finally
listen to people, trying to
understand who they are, what
they did, and why?
“I am what I am because I am a
passionate listener,” I was once
told by one of the greatest
Latin American writers, Eduardo
Galeano. “People always know
what goes on. All we have to do
is to listen to them. And we
have to lead them only when they
ask us, when they order us to do
so.”
There is no doubt in my mind
that now is the time to
attentively listen to the
American people; to fill
newspapers and websites with
their words. But almost no one
seems to be doing that.
All we hear is ‘why they voted
as they did’. How they voted:
women, minorities, particular
classes or states ... We read
about numbers. But we don’t hear
people speaking! We don’t hear
them formulating the words.
And that is what I am longing
for: to shut up, to be silent,
and to listen. And I want other
intellectuals to shut up and to
humbly listen too, finally!
Not because I agree with what
they, the voters, have done. Not
because I want Donald Trump to
lead the country and the Empire.
Not because I suddenly ‘fell in
love with the small people’.
It is simply because the people
of the most powerful country on
Earth have spoken, because they
made their choice. And because,
if we don’t understand why that
choice was made, we will all get
fucked, soon, and not only in
North America, but also all over
the world!
I want to listen and to
understand so the course of
action can be determined, so
that we know where all this will
lead ... because this is not the
end, just the beginning... of
something... Because not only
people in the United States, but
also in Europe want something,
and listening to the analysts
from both parts of the world,
and by just ‘reading facts and
numbers’, I have absolutely no
clue what it is!
Do voters want some new form of
participatory democracy? Do they
want neo-fascism? Are they
thoroughly selfish or is there
at least some internationalist
essence in their souls?
We can only find out if we let
them speak. And that is why I am
longing for silence, and then
for their voices to resonate, so
we know, we know now, before the
thunder and flames swallow our
Planet, and before it is too
late.
Andre Vltchek is a philosopher, novelist, filmmaker and investigative journalist. He has covered wars and conflicts in dozens of countries. Three of his latest books are revolutionary novel “Aurora” and two bestselling works of political non-fiction: “Exposing Lies Of The Empire” and “Fighting Against Western Imperialism”. View his other books here. Andre is making films for teleSUR and Al-Mayadeen. After having lived in Latin America, Africa and Oceania, Vltchek presently resides in East Asia and the Middle East, and continues to work around the world. He can be reached through his website and his Twitter.