For The New Yorker’s Next Cover, a Brick Wall to Hit Your Head Against

Let it all out.

The meaning behind next week’s New Yorker’s cover is clear. The feeling behind it, however, contains multitudes, explains editor Françoise Mouly, pointing to the range of sentiment in the articles you’ll find online and within next week’s pages.

You probably have read through some of them already, including An American Tragedy, David Remnick‘s post-decision reckoning in which he lays it all out in the opening: “The election of Donald Trump to the Presidency is nothing less than a tragedy for the American republic, a tragedy for the Constitution, and a triumph for the forces, at home and abroad, of nativism, authoritarianism, misogyny, and racism.”

“All along, Trump seemed like a twisted caricature of every rotten reflex of the radical right,” he went on to write. “That he has prevailed, that he has won this election, is a crushing blow to the spirit.”

Here, for those crushed spirits, is a wall. Let’s hope it won’t be up for too long.