It is happening here.
With his call for "a total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States," Donald Trump has crossed an uncrossable line of bigotry and xenophobia. The Republican front-runner presents a clearer, more present danger to U.S. interests than the supposedly threatening Muslims he seeks to exclude. He is a one-man recruiting tool for the Islamic State in Iraq and the Levant.
This was not Trump off the cuff, a Trump gaffe, Trump taken out of context or Trump responding ambiguously to a leading suggestion.
It was Trump being Trump, which is to say crude, intolerant and ignorant. Yet nothing Trump has said previously comes close to this un-American suggestion.
And nothing in my experience of U.S. politics has been so sickening, has made me so embarrassed for my country. Who could have imagined that any supposedly mainstream political candidate — no less the front-runner of a major political party — would propose anything so extreme?
How would Trump enforce this? By questioning entrants about their religion? By singling out those with particular names or from particular countries? What actual terrorist would "confess" to being Muslim? What other Muslim — any Muslim, anywhere — would not be grievously offended? Are we supposed to somehow feel better that Trump's next-day clarification allowed that U.S.-citizen Muslims could return to this country?
Indeed, given his assessment of the alleged dangers of Muslim visitors, would Trump stop at foreign Muslims? After all, he cited a poll — conducted by a right-wing, anti-Islam group — purporting to show that 25 percent of the 600 polled believe that "violence against Americans here in the United States is justified as a part of the global jihad." And he has refused to say whether he would have interned Japanese-Americans during World War II or even whether, in retrospect, the camps violated American values.
Maybe, just maybe, Trump — after calling Mexicans rapists, questioning John McCain's war heroism, criticizing Carly Fiorina's looks, mocking New York Times reporter Serge Kovaleski's disability — has finally entered self-destruction territory. His latest is not simple offensiveness — it is the marriage of offensiveness and policy.