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The queerness of Pacino’s filmography is a reminder. While the media and your worst uncle claim the newness of queer and trans people, the truth is we have always been here. This cinema belongs to us as much as it does any straight film bro.
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Look, if those exegesis guys get to find whatever they want in the text, so do the rest of us.
In the HBO drama “The Leftovers,” two percent of the world’s population suddenly disappears. This is cast as a fantastical and mysterious occurrence, setting the stage for a surreal tale of science fiction. You should never underestimate American ingenuity, though. We are on the verge of our own age of mass disappearance. It will be all too real. And it will not be fun.
Trump’s big budget bill passed the Senate yesterday. It will now go back the House, and there is more haggling to be done to appease various factions of the Republican Party, but it is a safe bet that it will pass with its biggest priorities intact. That means that an avalanche of new funding for the Department of Homeland Security, ICE, and anti-immigration measures is, in fact, coming. This is going to spill well past the bounds of what any sane person would consider to be “immigration enforcement.” It is going to create a lavishly funded, unaccountable, quasi-secret police force that will transform our nation for the worse. Very soon.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the terrifying scale of this new funding. This bill contains enough money to build a new system of immigration detention centers far bigger than the entire federal prison system. The American Immigration Council says that it will be enough to facilitate the “daily detention of at least 116,000 non-citizens.” It will let ICE hire more field agents than the FBI. Its $170 billion in funding for Stephen Miller’s rabid campaign to purge America of brown people is comparable to the total annual funding for the United States Army.
Donald Trump envisions himself as an all-powerful leader whose will is equal to law. He is bent on revenge against his political enemies. He has installed extreme loyalists in the Justice Department, the FBI, the Defense Department, the Department of Homeland Security, and all other security departments. The courts have declined to meaningfully restrain his abuses of these departments. This budget will give him the final piece of the puzzle that he needs to achieve his fever dream: a nationwide army of masked, unaccountable armed agents empowered to snatch anyone they like off the streets, and the physical infrastructure to imprison or deport those people at will. Thousands of men with guns, unrestrained by judges or local police, who do not answer to Congress, who point guns at the press, who arrest whoever they want, for reasons they do not share, and do whatever they wish with those people. The implications of this are going to make America a much darker place.
One year ago, if a Congressman on the lunatic fringe of the Republican Party had called for the forcible deportation of the man who just won the New York City Democratic mayoral primary, it could have been dismissed as posturing and delusion. Today, after what has happened over the past six months, you would be delusional not to consider this a serious threat. ICE has already arrested a number of Democratic elected officials, including mayors and members of Congress and a judge. In this environment, it is a trivial matter for Trump and his loyalists to concoct reasons to arrest almost anyone. People can be arrested if they are immigrants, if they look like they might be immigrants, if they illegally harbored or assisted immigrants, or if they somehow impeded ICE’s quest to arrest immigrants. The mission can and will be scaled up from “deport immigrants” to “punish those who want to stand in the way of our mission.” This is already happening, and soon will happen much more, in more places, to a greater degree. We must recognize that we are dealing with people for whom the intellectual justifications are unimportant secondary concerns, made up hastily to pave the way for them to do what they want to do.
This week, the White House told the Justice Department to “prioritize and maximally pursue denaturalization proceedings in all cases permitted by law and supported by evidence.” Thus we will begin to see some of the 25 million naturalized US citizens who the White House considers to be its enemies have their citizenship revoked. They will be exiled. What sort of criteria might be used to choose these targets? According to the memo, among those prioritized for denaturalization will be “Cases against individuals who pose a potential danger to national security, including those with a nexus to terrorism.” Because “national security” and “terrorism” both mean nothing and everything, this category alone is large enough to cover just about anyone that the administration wants to get rid of. Been to a protest? Written a left-wing op-ed? Shared a meme of JD Vance? You can and will be ejected from America.
Yesterday, JD Vance wrote that everything in Trump’s budget bill “is immaterial compared to the ICE money and immigration enforcement provisions.” This statement is false, particularly for the millions of people who will soon be losing their health insurance, but it does illustrate the extent to which Republicans are willing to whip up hatred of immigrants and use it as a smokescreen for their grand class war. It also reminds me that it is impossible for me to put into words my contempt for JD Vance. Men like Stephen Miller are, at least, genuine Nazis to the core, driven by a deep reservoir of hate. Vance, on the other hand, is a lotion-drenched, amoral careerist, a professional ass kisser of monsters, sitting in air conditioned rooms with his fellow Yale graduates dreaming up justifications for racist policies as a way to amuse himself, as a beloved PTA mom who has spent 47 years in America is snatched out of her Louisiana home and separated from her family. If Trump and Miller are the arsonists of American democracy, Vance is the accomplice pointing the firefighters in the wrong direction, to ensure that things burn as completely as his boss wishes.
Yesterday, Trump proudly attended the opening of a concentration camp. There will be many more to come.
It is astonishing how many times we are forced to relearn the Martin Niemoller poem. But here we are! Every few generations, those who lived through the last round of this stuff die off, and a new generation must repeat the same atrocities, and suffer the same indignities, before at least redrawing the same conclusions. America is about to fund and build a huge secret police force that will, I promise you, be used to attack and imprison and exile the president’s enemies, of all sorts. Better to look this fact square in the face than to continue to kid ourselves as long as possible as we march down the road to the gulags.
This state of affairs is the fault of those who are now carrying it out—the White House, the Trump loyalists, the Republican cowards in Congress, the political supporters of fascism. But, if we want to be completely honest, there is a certain level of responsibility that a much broader slice of America must bear. The things that most Americans long countenanced for others are now being turned on us. The surveillance systems, the heavily armed police, the “anti-terrorism” measures, the vast intelligence apparatus—all these things, we imagined, would be used only for “criminals” of the sort that were not us. Now we are surprised to find that we have been defined as the criminals. Turns out we should not have built the systems of injustice in the first place. This is one of morality’s oldest lessons. We relearn, and relearn, and relearn, the hard way.
Getting through the period of American history that is now descending upon us will require all of us to practice radical empathy. A strange quality of even the worst totalitarian fascist states is that very bad things might happen to the person next to you, and your life can still continue as normal. More and more Americans are going to find that their neighbor or their friend or their employee or their colleague was just snatched up by armed men and taken somewhere. And meanwhile, all of us who were not snatched up can still go to McDonald’s and go to the beach and watch TV. The urge to retreat into the comforting security of the idea “it’s not me” will be strong. Yet navigating our way out of this means having a collective heart. You do not know whether they will come for you, or your neighbor, or your friend, or your colleague, and if they come for any one of us, they come for all of us. We must nurture the outrage that fuels the resistance to what is going to happen. We must hit the streets for our neighbors in the same way that our neighbors would hit the streets for us. It is an illusion to think that you are exempt from the gaze of the secret police. That’s not how it works. Believe that they can come for any one of us, and it will give you the conviction that this cannot be allowed to persist. Some bad things are coming. Luckily, we have something that Trump and Vance and Miller and all of the ICE agents never will. All the money and guns and masks and prisons in the world can’t make up for a coward’s weak heart.
Related reading: Retire the Word “Terrorism”; Anti-Immigration Democrats Fuck Off; Building the American Brownshirts; You’re a Bunch of Cowards!
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“Ultramarathon.” Have you ever encountered that word before? I never had. I hate it. I hate looking at it. I hate thinking about what it means. A plain, non-ultra marathon is already horrifying enough. The idea of running 26 miles in a single day is the stuff of nightmares, but it’s something people do voluntarily. One of those people is Death Cab For Cutie leader Ben Gibbard, a distance-running devotee who is evidently much more psychotic than I realized. An ultramarathon is any footrace longer than 26 miles, and Ben Gibbard has run a bunch of those. This past weekend, Gibbard successfully completed the Western States 100, a 100.2-mile race through the trails of California’s Sierra Nevada Mountains. How fucked up is that? That’s terrible.
Long before Ramy Youssef came out on stage at his June 28 show at the Beacon Theatre, a palpable buzz swept through the room. Scattered throughout the auditorium were figures of note: Youssef’s Mountainhead co-star Cory Michael Smith ran across an aisle to greet a friend, while SubwayTakes’s Kareem Rahma stood on the far end of the room holding court. Cynthia Nixon and her family sat in the middle of the orchestra, the former gubernatorial candidate and current double HBO star standing to talk with people around her. Behind me, someone whispered, “I feel like he’s gotta be here,” and immediately it was clear who he was talking about.
There was no obvious sign of New York City’s surprise Democratic mayoral candidate Zohran Mamdani was present, but his presence was felt nonetheless. Over the course of Youssef’s set, reminders of Mamdani’s victory and the memory that something unexpected — something possibly quite good — had happened in this city had the audience giggling and roaring in equal measure, like laughing gas was being pumped through the room. That’s why, perhaps, it was of no great surprise but no less excitement that when at the end of Youssef’s set, he spoke about two things that left him hopeful at the end of this week. Right on cue, he brought out Mamdani and the audience leapt to their feet.
Mamdani had held court at Brooklyn Steel and various mid-sized New York venues, but the near-3,000 seat Beacon reacted as though he was the main event. (Later in the evening, Mamdani would make a cameo appearance at Barclays to a crowd of more than six times that.) He ran through some of his campaign’s most salient talking points — New York should be affordable — while Youssef granted him the space to soapbox after a quick word of advice: “No islands. When they invite politicians to islands, you gotta say no,” he warned. Mamdani put his hand on his heart and agreed he would refuse any island invites.
There remained still the other thing that Youssef alluded to — the second moment that left him hopeful in the past week. He got choked up in his introduction, moved to a point of stammering reverence, before welcoming out Mahmoud Khalil, the recently released Columbia University alum and new father who’d been detained by ICE in Louisiana from March 8 until June 20 for exercising his right to free speech about the ongoing atrocities in Gaza. Once again, the audience jumped to their feet, the standing ovation outlasting the love the crowd had just given Mamdani. A woman behind me repeated “oh wow,” even as everyone took their seats again, as a man with keffiyeh a few rows ahead brushed tears out of his eyes.
Though Khalil opened by promising he would not try to be funny, there was a surprising lightness to his affect, a beaming smile and warm eyes. Khalil spoke in praise of Mamdani’s campaign — “a man so principled it’s a wonder ICE hasn’t tried to arrest him,” he joked (to which Youssef told him he could do a set if he wanted) — and Youssef’s comedy crusade. “Our joy is an act of resistance,” Khalil said, saying that it was one of many things this administration wanted to take away. With his arm around Mamdani, Khalil said that Tuesday’s victory gave him hope as well, that he wanted his son to grow up in a city where a man like Mamdani could be mayor. “My hope is that your son will grow up in a city where he is free to speak,” Mamdani said. It was an undeniably emotional moment — a twofold homecoming for men who had fought hard for what they believed in the face of systems that tried and failed to hold them back. The three men — “brothers,” as Youssef called them — held each other, and took a picture in front of the crowd. The show had required participants to lock up their phones. “I know none of you can take this picture,” Youssef taunted as the three men configured themselves on stage, “so we’ll do it for you.”
Later, when the crowd poured out onto the humid streets of the Upper West Side, people chattered and murmured as the Beacon’s staff unlocked their phones. “I told you he’d be there,” a woman said to her boyfriend. “It has never felt this good to be right.”
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