For The Atlantic’s January/February 2024 issue, 24 contributors consider what Donald Trump could do if he were to return to the White House.
Just the summary page is a hilarious parade of catastrophizing. First, the editor's note:
• A WARNING, By Jeffrey Goldberg
America survived the first Trump term, though not without sustaining serious damage. A second term, if there is one, will be much worse.
Then the rest:
• THE DANGER AHEAD, By David Frum
If Donald Trump returns to the White House, he’d bring a better understanding of the system’s vulnerabilities, more willing enablers, and a more focused agenda of retaliation against his adversaries.
• TRUMP WILL ABANDON NATO, By Anne Applebaum
If reelected, he would end our commitment to the European alliance, reshaping the international order and hobbling American influence in the world.
• LOYALISTS, LAPDOGS, AND CRONIES, By McKay Coppins
In a second Trump term, there would be no adults in the room.
• THE SPECTER OF FAMILY SEPARATION, By Caitlin Dickerson
Donald Trump and his allies have promised to restore their draconian zero-tolerance immigration policy.
• HOW TRUMP GETS AWAY WITH IT, By Barton Gellman
If reelected, he could use the powers of the presidency to evade justice and punish his enemies.
• FOUR MORE YEARS OF UNCHECKED MISOGYNY, By Sophie Gilbert
In a second Trump term, women would once again be targets.
• THE CLIMATE CAN’T AFFORD ANOTHER TRUMP PRESIDENCY, By Zoë Schlanger
His approach to the environment: ignore it.
• IS JOURNALISM READY?, By George Packer
[Which rule is it that says that if a headline is a question, the answer is probably "no"?]
The press has repeatedly fallen into Donald Trump’s traps. A second term could render it irrelevant.
• TRUMP’S POLARIZATION OF SCIENCE IS BAD FOR EVERYONE, By Sarah Zhang
A reelected Donald Trump would continue to attack studies that stand in the way of his agenda—and to make support for scientific inquiry a tribal belief.
• CORRUPTION UNBOUND, By Franklin Foer
Donald Trump and his cronies left his first administration with a playbook for self-enrichment in a second term.
• WHY XI WANTS TRUMP TO WIN, By Michael Schuman
A second Trump term would allow China to cement its grip on the developing world.
• A MAGA JUDICIARY, By Adam Serwer
In a second term, Donald Trump would appoint more judges who don’t care about the law.
• THE PROUD BOYS LOVE A WINNER, By Juliette Kayyem
A second Trump term would validate the violent ideologies of far-right extremists—and allow them to escape legal jeopardy.
• A PLAN TO OUTLAW ABORTION EVERYWHERE, By Elaine Godfrey
Activists hope a Trump Justice Department would criminalize the procedure, with or without a federal ban.
• THE TRUTH WON’T MATTER, By Megan Garber
If reelected, Donald Trump will once again churn out absurdity and outrage with factory efficiency.
• DONALD TRUMP VS. AMERICAN HISTORY, By Clint Smith
He has promised to impose his harmful, erroneous claims on school curricula in a second term.
• A WAR ON BLUE AMERICA, By Ronald Brownstein
In a second term, Trump would punish the cities and states that don’t support him.
• TRUMP ISN’T BLUFFING, By David A. Graham
We’ve become inured to his rhetoric, but his message has grown darker.
• CIVIL RIGHTS UNDONE, By Vann R. Newkirk II
How Trump could unwind generations of progress
• TRUMP’S PLAN TO POLICE GENDER, By Spencer Kornhaber
His campaign is promising a more repressive and dangerous America.
• A MILITARY LOYAL TO TRUMP, By Tom Nichols
In 2020, the armed forces were a bulwark against Donald Trump’s antidemocratic designs. Changing that would be a high priority in a second term.
• THE LEFT CAN’T AFFORD TO GO MAD, By Helen Lewis
[This one looks like the closest to an even-handed approach, and stands out in comparison to the rest]
A second Trump term would require an opposition that focuses on his abuses of power—and seeks converts rather than hunting heretics.
• WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE AMERICAN PSYCHE IF TRUMP IS REELECTED?, By Jennifer Senior
Our bodies are not designed to handle chronic stress.
• TRUMP VOTERS ARE AMERICA TOO, By Mark Leibovich
(Note: even this one is totally negative)
If he wins a second term, perhaps we’ll finally dispense with the myth that “this is not who we are.”
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Only after the magician's fingers nudged the knight's chin higher, did the misty creature suddenly snap fully back to reality. And with that rather abrupt awakening - came defiance. A swish of white hair as the knight's head moved to the side, disgust twisting and tugging at his features.
Oh, my. How very rude.
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The Troupemaster's expression reverted to a picture of cordiality, lips puckered as a gloved finger wagged slowly. "Nuh uh uh~" A nonchalant reprimand, and a tentacle gently but firmly forced the swordsman to look in their direction.
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They smiled softly, a perversion of reassurance painted upon too-pale lips.
"...Is just so very brittle. Is that not right, my Little Cloud?"
And there it was, held tightly in the demon's grasp. The Maken was lowered from the darkness of the ceiling, ensnared with no hope of freedom by the serpent's coils. The beast reached for it, bringing it close to their body - just close enough to trace a finger across the soul crystal's scarring. They knew.
Of course they knew. It was Chaos' own fine work, after all.
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A gloved hand left the Maken to rest on the entity's chest. "The name's Anarchy. As you may have already heard, I have had a little change in the form of address. From now on, you will refer to me as Your Frabjousness, or, if that is too complicated, simply: Master."
The magician never ceased to smile, ever patient with their prey until they were not.
"Do you understand, or should I repeat myself? Hmm?"
It seemed now was the time to answer. After all, it was best not to bore the living flesh of Chaos with unnecessary silence.
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