Remember that we still live in a world where you can saunter down the sidewalks at twilight, inhale the fragrance of late-autumn leaves, and cheerfully encourage your children to walk up to a stranger’s house, flash a smile, and politely ask for candy. This was a pretty solid-blue Minneapolis neighborhood, thick with DFL voters, but that didn’t mean anyone would actually whack someone’s kid on the head for dressing like the ghost of the GOP. Everyone assumed, as did I, that it was an accident.
Nobody asked me if the red costume signified Republican (or Communist) tendencies. The piece de resistance of our neighbors’ yearly Halloween spectacle, this bulky contraption was engineered by two brothers who hadn’t realized that wrapping a white sheet around a basketball and sending it off a steep roof could actually knock a kindergartner out cold.Ī gaggle of neighbors rushed to my side. That night, crossing a neighbor’s yard, I was suddenly pummeled to the ground by a large, decorative ghost that had been flung from the attic, suspended on a wire. So, she sewed letters on the front of the costume that read “GHOST.” My patient grandmother explained that nobody would realize I was a ghost if I ran around in a red sheet.
When I was 5 years old, I insisted on dressing as a red-no politicial agenda, just my favorite color-ghost for Halloween. It’s all right to get literal: Last year, plenty of people went to parties dressed in newspaper stamped with the word “Fake.” Our news cycle shifts fast enough that if you masquerade as a member of President Trump’s Cabinet, you should keep your eye on Twitter for any last-minute costume changes. (Amazon offers several Putin masks in both latex and paper, but abs are not included.)Īfraid we are heading toward a dystopian future? Wear a costume inspired by The Handmaid’s Tale. Yet isn’t Halloween the perfect détente before Election Day? A time to set aside partisan politics and gleefully embrace the pursuit of happiness by dressing up as Wonder Woman or Vladimir Putin. This becomes especially awkward when those mystifying people on the other side of the electoral divide include, for example, your in-laws.
Rather than celebrating the democratic process with lively debate, it seems easier to stealthily avoid speaking to anyone whose allegiances lie with a rival political party. This year, though, it feels uneasily close to the first week of November. Sweater weather, piles of leaves, and herds of kids in bright jerseys chasing soccer balls through the cool grass.
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