This is Donald Trump’s America.

With the ceremonial Electoral College decision behind us, now is the time to face the reality of a Trump regime head-on. That is the first step.

Now it’s time to do something about it.

You’ve come here for different reasons — some of you were politically awakened for the first time during this election, some reawakened and others are just more enraged. You might be here because of Trump’s comments about sexual assault and the women who came forward to confirm he acted on his claims. Or maybe it’s Steve Bannon’s appointment as “chief strategist” and the rise of explicit white supremacy and nationalism all the way to the cabinet that set you off. While it matters what brought you to this point, what’s more important is that you’re here, and you’re ready to sign up for the resistance.

So welcome.

Trump, his cabinet and his platform catalyzed outrage across the country. You don’t need to be told how terrifying his statements about a Muslim registry are, or convinced that his attacks on the press and private citizens alike are unacceptable. What you want to know is what the hell to do about it.

I don’t have all the answers. I don’t even have most of them. And you’re bound to disagree with some, or even a lot, of what I’ll lay out.

I do have some insights, gleaned from years of experience as an organizer — both paid and volunteer — in widely divergent efforts. Some were much more successful than others. I studied history and minored in community & justice studies as an undergrad, focusing on social movements whenever possible, ranging from local organizing around public schools to armed coal-miner uprisings almost 100 years ago in West Virginia. I once managed a city council campaign. I’ve spent years covering protests of different stripes and many hours interviewing organizers and participants. I talked to a few more after Trump’s election about what can be done.

All of that is to say, I have some experience but it is by no means authoritative. In my quest to understand what’s happening in our country right now and what can be done, I’ve been reading voraciously. I’ve yet to find one great piece that says it all. And that’s why I’m pulling this together — not to be any sort of definitive guide, but to try to pass along the best advice from what I’ve found.

You can find links to some of the best readings in the online version of this article. It includes an incredibly detailed guide filled with lessons from the tea party’s success that could prove very useful. There are tips for journalists, a link to get on the bus to DC for the inauguration protests, some more general reading and a well-sourced guide about how to organize against Trump.

Hopefully something in here speaks to you. I’m sure parts of it won’t. Write your own guide, or send us an 800-word guest column about what should be done. Continue the conversation with us, or with your friends or comrades. The important thing is to take action.

Check out the list of 10 things to do right now, especially if you’d consider yourself new to the resistance. Then, read on.

10 things to do to resist Trump, right now

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  1. My uncle died a couple of weeks before the November election. Had he lived, he’d have voted for Clinton, not because he thought she was fabulous but because at aged ninety he had lived long enough to have experienced the consequences of good and bad leadership. During Christmas 1944 he was in a prisoner of war camp because a few days earlier his leaders, inexperienced and (how else would you say it?) stupid, thought sending his company across an open field filled with new snow and landmines would be the quickest way to capture a town filled with enemy soldiers ready and armed to the teeth. After the war he led a quiet, modest life. The Lutheran Church was important to him and it wasn’t until he was about eighty that I asked him about his one and only battle. “We were ordered to fire and I did.” They fired blindly. He couldn’t see anything. Decades later, he hoped he didn’t kill anyone. Like Ishmael in Moby Dick, my uncle survived to tell the next generation his story. Like the replicant character in Blade Runner, my uncle saw a sight no one today knows: the winter sky filled with one thousand American heavy bombers headed to Berlin. After his funeral we went through his things and I found his dogtags and German POW identity badge. His service jacket, with corps and division insignia along with two stripes (he made corporal, not bad for a Chinatown boy serving in an all-white regiment) hung neatly in his closet. We never knew he cared so deeply about the violent past, because he was a soft-spoken, gentle man.

    On election day I was helping Latino college students rehearse a workshop presentation that would take place later in the week. Their topic was on the importance of increasing college access for immigrants and refugees, especially those who were locked out of federal and other loans because they were undocumented. They stumbled through their talking points. They weren’t prepared and I told them so. Their facts were accurate but they weren’t saying why listeners should give a damn about what they were saying. The day after the election they were quiet, as we all were. On their next rehearsal, they did a bit better but I reminded them their presentation was about themselves, their communities, friends, relatives and younger siblings. After Trump’s victory, they had to speak from the heart. Personally, I was deeply fearful that they didn’t get it; they were now the frontline youngsters in a war they didn’t ask for, whether they liked it or not. At the conference they soared. After reciting their PowerPoint facts one stood to explain to the audience, “Let me tell you what its like to walk in my shoes” and proceeded to talk as an undocumented young adult at a private college which prides itself for its part helping enslaved Americans (i.e., property) escape to safety. Later I spotted the group conferring with audience members, young people like themselves, who needed to find one another and together build hope and strength.

    For the well-intentioned, liberal white older types, winning the struggle against Trumpism means winning here in Greensboro and the Piedmont, holding elected officials accountable and expecting more from them. It means pressuring those who are running for office, particularly those seeking reelection, to answer where they stand on a number of issues, from the anti-democratic actions of the NC Legislature to police body cams to the daily indignities the working poor have endured for years. It means holding the News-Record to a higher standard. It means oldsters asking themselves some pretty big questions that go beyond themselves, craft beer and shopping local, like what do they have to offer the next generation coming up, the one that’s really going to get hammered by Trumpism. It means asking them if they will open doors for next-generation leaders who do not look like them or our current leaders, because the region’s demographics have changed forever. It means that it is within our collective power to transform Greensboro into a decent and affordable Southern city whose chief attraction to investors, employers and millennials is its commitment to the unfinished business of the international Civil Rights movement, equality and social justice. This is not the vision of the Chamber of Commerce or the agenda of any economic development meetings I’ve ever attended, but Trump’s right-out-loud racism might change the equation. In their problemtunity way of thinking, common decency might be our region’s newest brand.

    When I was growing up my mother fondly recalled LaGuardia, the Republican mayor of New York, for his general decency and fairness. Above all, he was a man Chinatown residents could applaud because he stood up for the downtrodden and the underdogs of the world. In the 1930s that included Chinese (Rape of Nanking, 1937) and Jews (Kristallnacht, 1938). He hated bullies. In a story that should be told more, he infuriated German officials in 1935 by sending Jewish NYPD detectives to investigate after American Communist Party members stormed the SS Bremen docked in Manhattan and tore down its swastika flag. These were formative stories for many young New Yorkers who, like my uncle and father, would find themselves in the frontline just a few years later. Trump, as we know, was born just a year after the war and today prides himself as the Queens furbo (clever smart-ass) who can out-deal and outfox any fesso (schmuck). If you’re unclear about what I mean, watch Goodfellas again. Resisting Trumpism will not be a career builder but it will be the patriotic, right thing to do.

  2. RESIST all the good family sustaining factory JOBS that Trump has ALREADY kept/created before taking office or the millions more to come, RESIST the rise in living standards, RESIST Law & Order and the lack of rioting, RESIST the halt of our cultural destruction, RESIST the lack of periodic terrorist attacks that obungler allowed, and most of all RESIST the end of a threat of WW3 that killary’s no fly zone in Syria guaranteed!! ——————————– liberals=trash

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