AN early indicator of Trump-inspired flight came on election night, when Canada’s immigration website crashed due to visitors from the lower 48. Whether these scared-cats are motivated by Trump’s come-from-behind victory or by the grim reality of Trump’s Cabinet picks and executive orders. This is the first time I’ve seen people actually up and go in response to an election.
“Trumping out” is far too tiny of a phenomenon to qualify as an official Thing. By mid-December, only 28 Americans had applied for asylum. But my instincts tell me that’s about to change. And my instincts are pretty sharp: counting yard signs in my swing state/swing county hometown of Dayton, Ohio gave me an early indication that Trump had a strong chance of winning. If you’ve got some money, college degrees and speak a second language it’s pretty easy to get into Canada, which has served as our go-to exile since the Vietnam draft dodgers. With help from a lawyer, a friend of mine who said he didn’t want his children to grow up in a fascist country scored residency documents for himself, his wife and kids in just a few months. Canadian colleges and universities are reporting a surge in US applicants — many of whom would likely stay up there after graduation.
I think most people eyeing the door are like me, in wait-and-see mode. Let’s be clear: this isn’t about voting with our feet. If I moved out of the country every time I didn’t like the election results, I’d be gone after every single election, and that includes the local ones. I hate both parties; I hate the entire system. This is about self-preservation: What if some Trump nut takes it upon himself to shoot me over a cartoon? It wouldn’t be unprecedented.
It’s also about practicality. Fleeing Trumpistan would be much easier for me than for most people. I have dual French/EU citizenship through my mom, a status I have maintained in the belief that economies and societies can collapse quickly so it’s good to have an exit strategy. My French is passable. Thanks to the internet, my career is portable. I could draw cartoons and write columns and publish books from anywhere on Earth. I talk almost every day with a colleague, a conservative journalist, about how we will know it’s time to leave the United States. Not to express disapproval — honestly, who would care? — but to save our skins.
When your government turns psycho, you don’t want to wait until it’s too late to get out. When you ask Jewish Americans what year their family fled Europe to come to the United States, it’s striking how most left before, say, 1936. The Holocaust didn’t technically begin until 1941, but earlier departures were easier — and impossible after World War II began in 1939. On the other hand, moving is expensive. And I’m American. I don’t want to leave. I like it here. Why jump the gun?
The machinery of state repression moved quickly after Hitler’s 1933 seizure of power. Censorship, then arrests of left-wing politicians were an early canary in the coal mine. Last week we watched Trump’s Republicans silence the unfailingly polite Elizabeth Warren on the floor of the US Senate. Trump himself joke-threatened to “destroy” the career of a Texas state senator as a favour to police, because the lawmaker wants to reform civil asset forfeiture.
Soon after Hitler became chancellor, the Nazis began insinuating their one-party state into commerce, punishing businesses they deemed insufficiently cooperative. Also last week, Trump went after Nordstrom’s in revenge for the department store’s decision to stop carrying his daughter’s clothing line. Trump’s chief propagandist Sean Spicer defended the president’s bizarre comments, declaring Nordstrom’s decision “an attack on his daughter.” Should I stay or should I go? If you’re not scared, you’re not paying attention. Then again, maybe it’s not as necessary for you to watch the signs as it is for me. — Courtesy: The Japan Times