For the final cover, we have ditched “Not my president”, which dates back to Mr Trump’s election in 2016, rather than the contested result in 2020. “Cheater”, which you see scrawled on the cars of adulterers, is more visceral. An intruder has left a can of paint on the floor. And we dithered over the chair—black, red, Chesterfield? Regrettably, our title, “A foregone confusion” is hard to work out if you don’t already know what we are writing about. But it was too good to waste, so we moved it onto
the briefing
that accompanies our editorial. For the cover, we opted for something more plain, “How ugly will it get?”
In January 2025, we expect America’s duly elected president to take office. Neither side will be able to force their candidate on the nation. But that is a minimal definition of democratic success. Each time people feel that an election lacks legitimacy, the day draws closer when one side or the other breaks the system rather than accepts the result. |