To the Emasculated Who Looked to Trump
To the working men from the heartland — the ones who felt emasculated by Obama.
Do you you ever wonder if the obscenely rich economic insiders Trump appointed to his cabinet snicker openly, or just wink, each time he explains, in the condescending language of a third grader, what new thing you have to be afraid of this week?
Does it sting a bit when that bossy blonde with a law degree who serves as his spokeswoman lectures you about facts? (Didn’t you hate that girl in high school?)
Do you at least modestly question your manhood when you stop to realize you now rely on a born-rich prep-school-educated Manhattan performance artist who has never picked up a shovel or driven a pickup truck?
Do you ever wonder if Trump is authentically a tell-it-like-it-is outsider with a plan to help the working man beyond just “shaking things up?” In other words, does the proud man inside you, who has been duped before, worry Trump is just another clever silver-spooned prick with an expensive education confidently boasting about what is best people like you?
Do Donald Jr. and Eric feel familiar to you? Do they seem like the kind of men who grew up worrying about the same things your son does?
Do you sense any deja vu watching a politician in his first weeks in office eagerly inviting Goldman Sachs into his home to rewrite rules expanding Wall Street access and excess? Have you ever wondered if a trust-funded socialite, who has never had any boss other than his famously rich and emotionally distant father, can offer any specifics about the jobs your son, and millions just like him, will need to build a lasting future?
Do you wonder if “shaking things up” is just another distraction devised by the same super-wealthy minority fabulously effective at obscuring what keeps them in power — dividing the working class and quashing the obvious alliances that would limit their endless greed?
Your concerns are real. But Trump is not your savior. You know that. You’ve seen this before. If you didn’t take your marching orders from the 1% when Obama was president, why do it now? Man up. Tell Mr. Trump you aren’t afraid of his invented boogeymen. Tell him you see through this familiar ruse. Tell him to stop belittling critics like a coward. Tell him to stop deflecting blame to avoid the hard questions.
Let’s acknowledge that there are much more of us in this together than either of us realize. After all, it is Trump — the product of a charmed, weird, rarified home — who was the odd man out all along.