I accept that Trump is the president. But I condemn his unabashed bigotry and his hateful comments about women, Muslims, Hispanics, and other marginalized groups. I condemn him for mocking Serge Kovaleski and welcoming white supremacists into his administration. I condemn him for running a campaign based on division, and for lying to the American people. I condemn his inability to admit personal fault. I condemn his lack of intellectual curiosity and his disrespect for American norms and values. On the most fundamental level, I condemn Trump as a human being.
Furthermore, accepting that Trump is president doesn’t mean you have to root for his success. Sure, I’d love for Trump to make the country a better place. The thing is, Trump’s concept of “better” is diametrically opposed to mine. I don’t want him to succeed in implementing a ban on Muslims entering the country. I don’t want him to succeed in building a wall on the Mexican border or in repealing Obamacare. I want him to fail at these goals, because I think the country will be a worse place if he succeeds in them.
Lastly, while I accept Trump’s presidency, he certainly doesn’t represent me. Sure, in a strictly diplomatic sense, he is the United States’ chief ambassador and representative. But his ideological and moral views are the opposite of mine, and indeed of many Americans. That didn’t change just because he won the popular vote in Florida and Wisconsin. Just as Kim Jong-un doesn’t represent the many North Koreans who oppose his dictatorship, Trump doesn’t represent the many Americans who oppose his presidency.
Still, I accept that Trump is the president. And I despise him, reject everything he stands for, wish he hadn’t won, and sincerely hope that he fails in implementing his policy proposals.
But I don’t deny that he occupies the White House. And that might be the only common ground I find with Trump supporters over the next four years.