Watching it from another country, I was horrified because the particular supremacist and fascist ideologies espoused by so many of the participants repulse me.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a revolution of the People, by the People, for the People, but a Beer-hall Putsch by another member of the same swamp trying to overthrow others of his like (just another internecine conflict, like those between the European dynasties of yore) carried out by willing fools for whom the conflict is easily turned into a partisan matter between each other than between them and their oppressors.

At the same time, however, I couldn’t help thinking, as I heard people say “they need to know this is our house”, that it was simultaneously a wonderful thing that (misguided or not) people were prepared to fight for what they believed in and turn on those they (rightly or wrongly) see as their oppressors. Tbh, if it weren’t for the involvement of the fascists/racists … or the QAnon loons … or Trump’s lies … I might well’ve thought to myself “About f**king time!” After all, if it had been the other way around … if Trump had managed to ‘find’ the extra votes he needed to overturn the result and, instead of it being the fascists, it was the ordinary public who had stormed the Capitol in an attempt to wrest back Democracy … how many of us now decrying it would, instead, be cheering the participants on? Being on the other team doesn’t give us a monopoly on the right to take action to defend our rights and lives as we see them.