Trump’s Scout speech likened by some to Hitler Youth rally

July 25, 2017 1:59 PM CDT BY JOHN BACHTELL

Donald Trump gestures to the gathered crowd of Boy Scouts.

Trump’s outrageous speech to 40,000 Boy Scouts at the BSA National Jamboree in West Virginia is being likened by some to a Hitler youth rally.

Once again, Trump blew through every norm of decency and morality as he daily attempts to drag the country into uncharted territory, authoritarianism and a Constitutional Crisis.

The sitting president is the Scout’s honorary president and is always extended the courtesy of addressing the Jamboree. But never has a president made a hate filled speech to the Boy Scouts like this one: calling for loyalty, cursing, attacking the media, prompting the crowd to boo former president Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton, recounting his electoral victory, whipping up opposition to Obamacare and wallowing in narcissism.

The backlash has been swift and widespread. The BSA quickly and wisely separated itself from Trump’s speech, reiterating that it is a non-partisan organization. But the damage has been done. I wonder what impact Trump’s appearance had on the young scouts who attended. It reminded me of my own experience.

I joined the Boy Scouts at the age of 10 or 11-years old. There were two troops in the community I lived in at the time in Northeastern Ohio.

My father had been a scout and I couldn’t wait to join. I was enamored with the uniforms, merit badges, the matching equipment, learning to make knots and reading maps, identifying constellations and teamwork. I dreamed of attaining Eagle rank.

Most of all I enjoyed camping. I poured over the scout manual, learned to make fires with two matches, set up a campsite and cook. I loved the hikes, gathering around the nightly bond fires and the story telling.

My only bad experience camping was in the dead of winter. The Boy Scouts ran Camp Manatoc Reservation in Peninsula not far from where I lived and our troop had a weekend outing. The ground was covered in a fresh blanket of snow and that night the temperature plummeted.

Even though we slept on bunks in a cabin, I vividly remember feeling I would freeze to death. I had my father’s old sleeping bag and my feet never got warm. I was up all night rubbing my cold feet and I was glad when the morning finally arrived. I immediately helped build a fire, warmed myself and drank some hot cocoa. I wanted to stay put by that fire all day.

But two experiences really soured me on the scouts. The first was a weeklong camp during the summer at Camp Manatoc Reservation. One of the tests we had to pass was to tread in water in Lake Okchanya. If you passed you could swim in the lake. If not you could only wade in the shallow end.

During the test all the scouts in my troop passed but me. I had to practice and take the test a second time. This time African American scouts from another troop were among those being tested.

I can still see my scoutmaster glowering from the railing above me as I struggled to tread water. I found out later he was racist to the core and didn’t want me swimming with the black scouts. That really disturbed me coming from a family that fought racial segregation in my hometown and supported the civil rights movement. I detested that scoutmaster.

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