I find a Y less than a mile off the freeway just east of
Knoxville. Again I park my truck where there is good visibility from inside the
Y workout room!
But there’s also good access from the administration
office so after the young white womon instructs me to sign the guest register
and waves me thru the lobby toward the womyn’s locker room, I hear her
answering the phone & then questioning her boss stating that she’s checked
my ID. She hangs up and sheepishly motions me back & says there’s a new policy and she has to
call my Y to confirm my membership.
& I say, oh your boss doesn’t like my truck.
The older white woman standing next to me waiting to be
helped asks me how come I’m this far away from home. I tell her, staring into
her eyes, I’m looking to interview folks who have voted to make amerikkka great
again and I know I’m in a state where more older white women voted for tRump
than for HRC. She is immaculately dressed for a workout venue, has a haircut
similar to mine, but longer on the shorter side, and shorter on the longer
side, coming to a smart if stiff blond curl framing one edge of her cheek,
designer glasses perched on her nose.
She informs me with much derision as she edges away that
amerikkka has ALWAYS been great. I do not tell her that I believe the opposite,
that we have never been great plus I do not ask her “when? When we were
committing genocide against First Nation peoples or maybe enslaving, raping,
and murdering Black people? Or maybe from 1801 when we began sending our military
around the world to take over countries to exploit their resources? Or perhaps
when we dropped the atomic bomb twice on civilian populations???
But instead I ask her if she thinks we are continuing to
be great under tRump. She turns abruptly and lets me know quite forcefully that
she is one of the 30% of Tennesseans who voted for Hillary. Her eyes glaze over
when she then begins to longingly talk about the brilliant, gracious, classy
couple who lead our country for 8 years and now look what we have. The exact
I ask her what she thinks the campaign slogan meant &
she again fixes me with an angry stare and declares this is the dying gasp of
old men – I interrupt with “racist white” old men and she nods vigorously agreeing.
She tells me she has faith in the democrats & that
the dems need to take over the house again. I think about the dems who’ve voted
for war, the ‘tough on crime’ Clintons, the militarization of the police under
the ‘dems’ and I can’t agree but I do tell her I agree with our need to be in
D.C. and/or at our representatives offices DAILY, which she tells me she plans
I begin to think maybe I should talk with people who
didn’t vote to ‘make amerikkka great again’ and find out what they think that