That's the catchphrase -- people who think Mr. Trump's election to the Presidency has put them in danger.
Listen up, kid: you weren't safe on 7 November, either, or 7 October, or, by golly, 12 November. The laws of the land have not changed and neither has the fact that a very few of your fellow-humans are willing to do you harm. Nevertheless, it's still illegal to beat people up, unless they hit you first and you win the fight by main force. The same haters that worry you now were around earlier in the year and they were just as hateful -- and just as much a tiny fraction of your fellow citizens. Your friends are still there, as are all of the in-between people, from the ones who like you well enough all the way to the ones who can't stand you but won't bestir themselves even so far as to scowl across the bus station at your purple hair or the "I LIKE IKE" sticker on your valise.
It's the same world and you can still turn to the cops for protection -- no, really, you can; even the most stereotypically-mean officer of the law finds it hard to turn away from a scared person asking for help, and the mean ones are, yes, a tiny percentage of the force.
This is the reality we live in: most people aren't out to get you. Don't confuse jerks, fools and the occasional artist spray-painting walls (usually in the dead of night or at least when nobody's looking) with every man's hand being raised against you.
Most people just don't care that much. Personally, I take great comfort in that; on the other hand, I'm a tall, vaguely butch-looking* mostly-white† woman, and when I can't blend into the background, I can usually loom and get by with no more than muttered insults and dirty looks. Not everyone has that luxury and that's got to make for greater worry.
Sure, elections matter. Who won matters. But it doesn't change the laws of the land; it doesn't change the norms of civilized behavior. On a practical level, the Feds aren't going to change state laws or city ordinances because they can't; and they're unlikely to go after settled Federal law because A) they are not as ambitious as all that, and B) it's a can of worms they dare not open. You think there are people protesting in the streets now? Ha!
And about those "people in the streets:" hell, I'm scared. Not of folks marching with signs and chanted slogans; yes, do that. Smash windows and burn cars, throw stuff at people, block freeways? Don't do that. It's fraught with danger. There are plenty of scared kids and scared adults who don't need to be any more scared and your signs show up a lot better when there aren't drifting clouds of tear gas or muddy bootprints in the way.
If safety-pin "safe person" badges don't get politicized with a crapload of barely-related side-issues in the same manner as the Gadsden Flag, I'll wear one. I'm not here to make anyone but genuine initiators of force feel afraid and if I can make somebody worry even a mite less, I'd count that as a good thing. What kind of dreadful person wouldn't?
* Not so butch as all that -- I barely own a flannel shirt and I wouldn't be caught outside the house without lipstick and mascara. But I wear Carhartt dungarees by choice and carry a Leatherman tool on my belt; nobody sends me to fetch coffee and they're surprised that I sew, at least well enough for mending. Don't think my somewhat-forbidding "look" cannot be leveraged when needed or that I would refrain from so doing.
† As I may have mentioned before, we're not sure what the remainder might be -- Cherokee and/or "passing" African-American, so long ago that my ancestress is barely a memory and a line on a census tally. I just hope she had a happy marriage and a fulfilling life. I hope she felt safe.
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