Highlighting the Civic Life of a Penn State Student

They kinda made me believe.

Last year, in the late fall, presidential candidate Donald Trump visited the small town of Manheim, Pennsylvania where he had a rally in the Spooky Nook Sports Complex. I was not and am not a supporter of his politics, but being that he was literally a 5-minute walk from my house, my family and I decided to go just to say that we did. As soon as we walked across the road to the sports complex parking lot we were greeted with friendly people organizing lines, selling Trump merchandise, and overall promoting the candidate. My sister and I still refused to change our opinions on his proposed policy. When we entered the large hall that Trump would be speaking in, I could feel my opinion shifting ever so slightly. There, scattered across a gym floor were hundreds of people all waiting to hear presidential candidate Donald Trump speak. I recognized faces almost immediately. There were at least a 100 of my classmates scattered among the crowd not to mention their parents that I knew and trusted. The Amish community also had a large turnout due to Trump’s appeal to the working class. In my community the Amish are seen as some of the most wholesome people, I had no reason to feel intimidated or untrusting of them. This crowd is what began to change my mind even before Trump stepped foot in the building. By seeing members of the community that were my friends, classmates, teachers, and neighbors all supporting one cause, it began to make me second guess my own opinions. If all these people I trusted believed Trump, why shouldn’t I? As the crowd grew this feeling became even stronger. No longer was I in the back observing the masses chanting “make America great again” or “lock her up” I was in the midst, suffocating.

When Trump finally arrived and made his way up on stage the chanting became deafening. This is when I finally understood mob, mentality. I didn’t truly believe anything they were saying but somehow the unifying aspect of every person happy and cheering made me feel happier and more willing to give Trump a chance before he had said anything.

When he did begin to speak I felt the same way. He was in no way a good speaker but the crowd of people supporting him made him seem more believable and reliable. He used simple words and repetition, appealing to people more easily than more cerebral speeches. I do admit that I left the rally feeling much lighter about Trump, maybe I didn’t believe in what he was saying per say, but the atmosphere that him and his supporters created provided a persuasive push to believe every word he had said.

 

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