They had thought it a joke, but he knew.

He had been there in 1932.

He had seen the people's desperation.

He had seen Hitler's appeal.

A savior. An everyman's man. A voice.

"I am your voice."

And now, staring at the TV at three in the morning, he felt it.

That dread piling in his stomach, that nausea swimming around. His chest tightened and his head swirled.

America had elected a demagogue.

A racist, sexist, anti-semitic, islamophobic demagogue.

But all he could see was Hitler.

The Nazi platform had been anti-establishment, too. The Nazis scapegoated an entire people, entire religion, too.

Abe sat beside him in silence, stunned. His left arm shook.

Henry closed his eyes.

A referendum on democracy indeed.