Republished with permission from John Pavlovitz

This isn’t a “hush-money” trial.

Donald Trump is on trial for trying to override the voices and votes of the American people in order to steal an election. These charges against him (among the nearly one hundred charges across four indictments) are more traitorous and sobering than anything we’ve witnessed in our young nation’s turbulent lifetime.

Sadly, that isn’t the story here.

There were days when far less than these charges would have elicited repulsion from patriotic Americans.

There were days such things would been dealbreakers.

They aren’t anymore.

That is the story.

In any other iteration of America’s history, a single one of these grievous accusations against any politician, let alone a sitting president or presidential candidate, would have disqualified them as an option to those claiming true patriotism or basic human decency.

Their revelations would have triggered the fierce and sudden implosion of campaigns and alliances and movements here. This kind of homegrown violence against our collective safety and sovereignty would once have been the occasion of nonpartisan disgust.

Crimes against America were once intolerable to Americans.

They still should be.

And yet again, as with every other abuse of power, every former filthy diatribe, and every past act of contempt for the systems and safeguards of this nation—Donald Trump has today engendered greater passion from his sycophantic base, deeper devotion from his beholden political partners, and increasing cultic fervor from his fear-addled disciples.

Trump isn’t the only one on trial, his supporters are as well.

They have served to ratify with laser precision, the complete tribal sickness that a terrifying portion of this nation has found itself afflicted with. There is no bridge too far. There is no uncrossable line. There is no unpardonable sin. He is incapable of losing their steadfast adoration.

The cognitive dissonance we’re living around simply escapes comprehension:

10 Commandments-wielding Christians embracing a profane and predatory pathological liar, proven to have sexually abused at least one woman.

“Don’t Tread on Me” patriots continually falling prostrate before the very one with his foot upon their collective necks.

Self-identified morality police celebrating a prolific purveyor of every kind of wickedness.

Figuring out how to collaborate or even coexist with such people is a near impossibility; a truth which sits like a massive boulder in the center of our chests as we navigate our workplaces, churches, neighborhoods, timelines, and living rooms.

There is no irreducible truth, no objective reality, no accepted virtue to connect our shared humanity anymore. When moral or legal laws no longer apply, there is no common ground to carve out.

For the past few years, many of us have been waiting for the day when people we know and love would be shaken alive: pulled from their Fox News-induced haze and brought into the brilliant light of moral lucidity again. We’ve been praying for a moment when his immorality finally eclipsed their tolerance for it; when they would find reason and sense and empathy again, and join us in the dawn of the nation that could be.

We may have to come to terms with the fact that this day is not coming, that we will not experience that beautiful dream in America’s waking hours, that we will need to dream a different dream without them.

These indictments are indictments of those who voted for him the first time, those who knew what they knew in 2016 but who empowered him anyway. They are indictments of those who voted him a second time, staying faithful through his COVID incompetence and his four years of unthinkable executive overreach.

These trials are trials for the people continue to defend him through sexual assault and election fraud and violent insurrection and high treason; who again today abide atrocities they’d have loudly condemned in any other human being at any other time.

Many of us have wasted countless hours trying to figure out the whys of this recent mass exodus from decency: these denials of Science, celebrations of discrimination, defenses of fascism, embraces of cruelty. This is a natural but fruitless pursuit at this point.

It may be that a cocktail of indoctrination and manipulation have rendered people unable to diverge from Donald Trump.

It may be that political self-preservation keeps them tethered to the Republican Party no matter how low the bottom runs.

It may be that pride prevents them from simply admitting that they once made a terrible mistake, and to avoid such a confession they will continue to make it.

Either way, we are left with the same sobering, infuriating, terrifying truth: to a large swath of the people we share this place and time with, it doesn’t matter what he does or how many people are irreparably harmed by his growing legacy of documented crimes and moral offenses—they are riding him into the abyss.

The rest of us cannot be pulled in with them.

We who remember what this nation aspires to and who believe simple goodness is still a hill worth defending (regardless of their past political affiliations), need to make sure that power is not placed in hands of someone like Donald Trump or those whose hearts provide safe harbor to his hatred.

In the coming days we need to find our collective influence and use it to declare unequivocally that this nation will not allow its legacy to be decided by this man and his movement.

If we fail to protect this place with all that we know, that will be an indictment on all of us.