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A Pre-Trump Survival Guide

Last week, we made a bigot president-elect of the United States. Some folks are feeling partisan disappointment at this. Many others are flush with primal fear, like realizing that you’re trapped inside Jurassic Park just as the news that the raptors have escaped from their enclosure blares from a loudspeaker. But this is our reality, complete with roving bands of Trump supporters carving swastikas on any surface clean enough to bear the mark. If you’re black like me, or brown or Muslim or queer or trans or poor — people living oppressed pre-Trump — you’re probably figuring that this singular event marks the decline of America into the Hunger Games era.

For me, waking up to an impending Trumplandia was like taking a sledgehammer to the chest. I sank into an emotional swamp of depression, disgust, and fear for myself, my friends, and my family. Being the target of good old, homegrown American hatred is nothing new for a lot of us, but the reality of life as a target of soon-to-be President Trump’s actual hatred and his forthcoming policies rooted in that hatred has the road ahead looking mighty decrepit.

Facing this reality, how should we prepare to move forward along this road in the direction of progress and justice? Well, I don’t have all the answers, and I can’t tell you how you should be feeling right now. But I can tell you that we have options. Our resilience and resistance is nothing new. Without us and our refusal to be denied our place in the American tapestry, this country would be a bland, music-less republic full of sadness and weird Jell-O casseroles.

Folks suffering from Trump-shock, take a moment to breathe. Or pray. Or cry. Or break some dishes, or swear your fealty to an ancient eldritch horror with tentacles for a head in exchange for the power to make humans spontaneously combust with a blink. Okay, maybe not the last one. But give yourself the time and space to react to this new, horrible reality. Forgive yourself for your fear, because that’s a normal emotion to feel when you’re facing down the hydra that is white supremacist cisheteropatriarchy — its singular goal is to disempower everyone who’s not a cisgender, straight, white dude. Take the time to process and right yourself. You’ll thank you for it.

Once you right yourself, check on your people. You’re not alone in your grief and fear right now, and there are people in your networks who will need to lean on you. I wasn’t joking about those roving bands of Trump thugs; they’re real, they’re indiscriminate, and they are drunk at the seeming justification for their hatred. Find your people and cover them. Feed them. Let them vent if they need to. Squad up and watch each other’s backs. Come to their aid if you see them suffering from Trumpression. We’re going to need each other if we’re going to make it through this.

After taking care of yourself and finding your squad, start the work of living and resisting. Despite what some think, you don’t have to accept the fact that a vulgar, racist, misogynistic, xenophobic bigot is our president. Especially when that president has made it very clear that he is going to work against everything that you stand for. Sure, he has a lot of power, but so does the Lich King — and he can be taken down in a 25-player raid.

Now is the time to strategize. Gather and hunker down. Determine which representatives are true to your community’s interests and needs. Develop a long-term strategy for electing them to or placing them in key strategic positions. Understand that voting is not the penultimate resistance, but that equity and justice work also requires personal action — use your skills to support organizations and groups whose work aligns with your values. Read literature that broadens your worldview. Artists, create kickass art that challenges people. Community leaders, help those around you understand the gravity of our situation and listen to their ideas on progress. Galvanize yourself and others to work toward the common goal of equality and shared power. Begin to think and act strategically and intersectionally.

And remember, there’s a difference between conversation and debate. Debate has a different aim than conversation; it is used to force people to concede a point, and ultimately silence them. Conversation is used to communicate, to share ideas and expand understanding. Conserve your energy, and work smart. Don’t fall into the trap of debating individuals when you should be conversing with your squad and working to make our systems equitable. Don’t jump too quickly to the blame game. Even though we know white people and their dedication to preserving systems that privilege them played a huge part in this mess (Trump won the white vote over Clinton in nearly every conceivable way, per exit polling data gathered by Edison Research for the National Election Pool. Feel free to debate your mother about that one), blaming them solves nothing. Hopefully, the ones among them who call themselves allies realize the work that they must do and are committed to doing it.

So, take the time to right yourself, then brush yourself off. We have work to do, and we’re going to need all squads on deck. Ring the bells that can still ring.

Troy L. Wiggins is a Memphian and writer whose work has appeared in the Memphis Noir anthology, Make Memphis magazine and The Memphis Flyer.

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The Divergent Series: Allegiant

For the last decade, publishers and producers have been desperate to emulate the success of Harry Potter. What made The Boy Who Lived into an international phenomenon that launched the most successful young adult series in history and eight movies that were not only financially successful and generation defining, but also fun to watch? For a while, they thought they had found it in The Hunger Games, but even though the films helped launch Jennifer Lawrence’s career and made a truckload of money, they just weren’t very good and limped across the finish line with last year’s hopelessly compromised Mockingjay-Part 2.

Successful young adult novels translate kids’ life experience into allegory. One thing Potter and Veronica Roth’s 2011 novel Divergent have in common is a sorting mechanism, where kids are put into groups that determine the future paths of their lives. At Hogwarts, it’s a magic hat. In Roth’s post-apocalyptic Chicago, it’s an aptitude test that determines which faction they will join in the controlled community of survivors. In this age of high stakes standardized testing, one can see how that would strike a chord with teenage audiences.

That was two movies ago. When the third Divergent film, Allegiant, opens, the caste system has been smashed by Tris Prior (Shailene Woodley) and her brother Caleb (Ansel Elgort), semi-chaste boyfriend Four (Theo James), and frenemies Peter (Miles Teller), Marcus (Ray Stevenson), and Christina (Zoë Kravitz). In the power vacuum left behind after the collapse of the faction system, Four’s mother Evelyn (Naomi Watts), the former insurgent leader, has become a demagogue, holding show trials that involve injecting suspects with truth serum and shooting them in the head when they “confess.” Evelyn has the city in lockdown, but Tris and Four are determined to leave the walled perimeter to investigate the message from the outside world they received at the end of Insurgent. Rebelling against their former allies, they break out of the city’s walls and find new and startling secrets about the true nature of their world.

Or at least the secrets are supposed to be startling. In practice, the bland new villain David (Jeff Daniels), head of the Bureau of Genetic Welfare, the scientifically advanced organization that has been running a long-term genetic experiment in the ruins of Chicago, is a milquetoast presence who goes on at length about the greater good but shows very little sign of actual competence. The same goes for everyone on all sides of this confusing, incoherent conflict. At one point, it occurred to me that maybe the Divergent universe is what happened when Idiocracy finally collapsed under the weight of its own stupidity. This is a world where armies don’t put doors on their armored vehicles, and scientist types walk up to bomb craters and say “This looks radioactive!” Allegiant is a cynical agglomeration of YA and dystopia tropes thrown together with little regard for either sound storytelling or effective world building, which wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t so boring. It’s impossible to pick a standout performance from this cast, whom director Robert Schwentke seems to have instructed to speak in as flat a monotone as possible, so as to give the dimwitted dialog the illusion of gravitas. At the center of it all is the hapless Woodley, who demonstrates what The Hunger Games would have been like if Jennifer Lawrence were a no-talent hack. Who thought this person could carry a $110 million franchise movie? At least she’s fairly paired with James, who is doing something with his voice that I think is supposed to be a Tom Cruise impression.

The only flashes of brilliance in this futuristic clown show is the production design that borrows from the king of 1970s space art, Chris Foss. But if my eyes are roaming around the screen to check out an attractively wrecked space station, your movie has already lost.