Ballot Box as Klan Hood and the Rest of Us in the Wake of the Election of Donald Trump as 45th US President
I write not with the expertise of a political scientist or demographer, those emperors of data and partisan, capital ‘P’ politics whose new clothes—AKA ‘big data’-informed poll predictions—have only just been revealed to some (not others) as ruse. I write today as an ethnic studies professor, born in Iran and raised an undocumented immigrant in a deeply segregated South. I write as a professor of little ‘p’ politics, at that scale of life where policy caresses and penetrates the skin, producing cancer and lead poisoning, where one face looks at another face and exchanges words through language (sometimes epithets), where glyphosate-stricken food is eaten and maquiladora-made guitars are strummed, where hundreds of feet momentarily dance away the dystopian times at silent discos in desperate acts of escapism. These spaces constitute my laboratory.