Ned Resnikoff, senior editor of the leftwing publication ThinkProgress, encounters a tradesman:

I had a plumber over to my apartment to fix a clogged drain. He was a perfectly nice guy and a consummate professional.

So far, so good.

But he was also a middle-aged white man with a southern accent who seemed unperturbed by [the election] news. And while I had him in the apartment, I couldn’t stop thinking about whether he had voted for Trump.

Then things get a little odd.

I couldn’t stop thinking about… whether he knew my last name is Jewish, and how that knowledge might change the interaction we were having inside my own home.

We seem to have taken a leap, a bold one.

I have no real reason to believe he was a Trump supporter or an anti-Semite,

Er, okay, then.

but in my uncertainty I couldn’t shake the sense of potential danger. I was rattled for some time after he left.

Inevitably, Mr Resnikoff goes on to confess his “privilege” as a white man, specifically,

a straight, white guy who can phenotypically pass for gentile

Yes, I know. Everyone remember where we parked.

Today was a reminder that ambiguous social interactions now feel unsafe and unpredictable in a way that they never did before.

At risk of being controversial, I suspect our editor’s um, sensitivities predate his encounter with a “perfectly nice” plumber who quietly gets on with the job.

And even if Trump is gone in four years, I don’t expect to ever reclaim that feeling of security. That’s just one more thing you voted for, if you voted for him.

Ah. Apparently, Mr Resnikoff’s peaking-in-the-red neuroticism is all your fault, half of America.

Update, via the comments:

Mags adds,

“Othering” doesn’t count when lefties do it.

One of the things that’s grimly funny is that Mr Resnikoff doubtless imagines himself as the one who’s enlightened, sophisticated and not at all prejudiced. And yet he veers towards hysteria based on nothing whatsoever beyond the race and presumed social class of a polite, visiting plumber.

And note that the plumber’s reticence on political matters – i.e., his professionalism and good manners – is viewed by Resnikoff as suspect. 

Not one of us.

And this, lest we forget, is the kind of effete meltdown that Mr Resnikoff felt important to share publicly with his peers, in order to establish his ‘progressive’ credentials.

If I may paraphrase the dynamic: “I feared that, despite his civility and professionalism, this broad-shouldered prole might at any moment sense my disdain for his kind, rise up in a rage, and then strangle me with his big, unmoisturised hands.”

Yes, I exaggerate, though not by much.

It would, I suspect, be interesting to hear the plumber’s account of his visit.




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