I returned election night from a day at the University of Wisconsin that involved a long bus ride, and then an hour’s slow ride filled with flag stops on Chicago’s Metra Electric line. I followed the results in agony as it became apparent that the Midwest was slipping away. Around 10:00 my daughter Hannah texted me to ask: “What is happening, Daddy?” At that point, I started to quietly cry.
I’ve spent thousands of dollars working on behalf of Hillary Clinton’s election. She deserved–we all deserve–so much better than to lose to this grifting demagogue. I knew from 538 that she had a significant probability of defeat with her polling lead spread so thin–basically what ended up happening. Still, I never really believed it would happen. Defeat came as a brutal shock. Like many Samefacts readers, I didn’t really sleep Tuesday night. Much of my life’s work in health policy may be in tatters.
I am still heartbroken. But I’m over the catatonic phase. Instead I feel oddly exhilarated, girded for coming fights. President-elect Trump won the Electoral College. So he won the election barring something very strange happening. He lost the popular vote. He has no mandate, whatever he might claim. There is a clarity in the coming battles. And the stakes could hardly be higher. We have each other. Most of the country is with us. So buck up, friends. And let’s get to work.