populism

Then the news broke that Trump had carried Florida. The voices of CNN reverberated from too many television screens, monstrous, distorted, unintelligible. Everything liberal America had told itself about itself and the rest of the country seemed inside out and upside down.

Bob, the furnace maintenance man, popped into the lab, cheered by the news that Trump seemed to be winning. Bob had voted for the first time in his life earlier that day, hoping that Trump would save the factory. Shannon’s father had done the same thing.

Terri had voted, casting a ballot for Trump, but Shannon hadn’t bothered. She didn’t put much stock in politics. “People like us,” she told me, “aren’t heard.” She’d cast only one ballot in her life—in

He went down to the firehouse and cast the first ballot of his life, for Donald Trump.