In this quiet In(n), I feel safe trying to swim upstream about the angry white man – to humanize him, suggest that just because he’s voting for Trump, he may be something other than racist, sexist, xenophobic – that his vote may stand for more than supporting the most offensive things we hear on the news. This is old news for reporters like James Fallows, who has been scolding the media to do more than get sound bites from 3 people at a Trump rally, and to actually go to their homes, bars, union halls, and social spots and listen.
But I recently saw a post on FB from a dear friend: “Hey Bernie Sanders and #BernieBros I’m begging you to get off your high horse and be sure you do everything you can possibly do to be sure Trump doesn’t win while you’re making a self-righteous Trumpian stink about delegates awarded to whomever wins the nomination fair and square#MakeAmericaWhiteAgain” It was the intro to a Mother Jones video where they overlaid the horrifying images of whites putting down, beating on, water-cannoning, civil rights protesters on lines from Trump on the stump. While the statement is kind of incoherent, it represents a line of argument that’s pretty common: voting for Trump is so clearly racist, that slowing down Hillary is equally racist. Anything not HRC is racist.
As a privileged, reasonably smart, hard-working white man living in Manhattan with a six figure income but still scared as hell about my and my family’s future, perhaps it’s my political mission in mid-life to: 1) reach out to other freaked out and angry white men; and 2) to try and get liberals to stop sh**ting on them long enough to get them to join our cause. So here goes:
I’ll start with a composite story of union workers I met in Decatur, Illinois in 1994. Call the guy Jim. When I met Jim, I was a union organizer and consultant working to help his union put pressure on the AE Staley company to bargain, avoid striking, and to create public support that would keep the company from locking them out.
At the time, Jim was in his mid-20s. He was a trained and by all accounts skilled machinist, who helped keep a 1000 person corn processing plant running by fixing and replacing parts on highly complex, expensive, custom machines. When I met him, he had two kids – 6 and 8. He freely admitted that the first was an accident, but it was clear he enjoyed being a dad and loved his family.
He had been working at the plant for 6 years and was building seniority. With help from his father (who had also worked in the plant, but was now retired), he made a down payment on a starter house. He was doing OK: house, a car that was in good shape, was setting aside money for retirement and for his kids to go to school. He could take vacations at campgrounds and could afford to take his clan to Pizza Hut or sometimes Cracker Barrel on Friday nights. The guy was also just a cheerful presence in the union office. Not many young people were connected to the union, and Jim was active, well-liked, and generated interest from other young union members (many of whom were women or of color). Jim was a good person to help heal the wounds from when the union leadership acted out of racist and sexist tendencies in earlier days.
The union eventually got locked out for a grueling 18 months. During that time there were two suicides, several recovering alcoholics fell off the wagon, homes lost, savings drained, broken marriages, deferred medical treatment and doctor visits, cancelled Christmasses, and cancelled college plans for kids who came home from college to help. Jim eventually went back into the plant – but with reduced pay, less overtime, worse health benefits than before, and lost seniority.
That was a defining moment for him. As chronicled by Thomas Frank in Listen, Liberal, the town of Decatur was a war zone: not only was Jim’s plant (Staley/Tate & Lyle) locked out, but Caterpillar workers were on strike, as were workers at Bridgestone/Firestone and two other companies. In Decatur, over a third of the households had a breadwinner walking picket – and nearly all of them lost. Frank reports, as many of us observed at the time, that the only national Democrat to show support for the working families of Decatur was Jesse Jackson. The rest were frustratingly absent and unresponsive.
Back to Jim. His union activism eventually caught up with him and he lost his job at the plant (which continued to weaken the union with each subsequent contract). He found other jobs as a machinist, but most of them were temporary, none provided access to retirement plans, and his insurance was spotty. Deferred medical bills and the slow drain on his savings forced him to sell his house in the 2000s, and he often took janitorial and laborer work at construction sites to keep going. In 2008, as he approached 50, he saw his father’s pension take a hit and he helped his parents move into a smaller place.
Being specific to one Jim rather than the composite: the 6 and the 8 year old didn’t go to college, they went to trade schools, and the older one tried to learn computers but couldn’t find a program that she could afford that went beyond data entry and Microsoft Office. The daughter’s a secretary – which is as white collar as the family gets now – struggling to stay current and hoping her company stays in business. The son lives at home and is taking odd jobs as he can find them.
Across 20 years, Jim’s economic condition deteriorated – it never improved. He didn’t achieve his dream of home ownership or sending his kids to school. His skills are up to date but outdated by the economy, and his retirement looks grimmer than his father’s. He doesn’t go to the doctor for fear of co-pays or expensive medication, and is nervous when he takes his wife. Age is catching up to him.
And now it’s time to vote.


Bet nobody’s done that one before, huh?