POTUS Trashes Campaign Donor
’s letter. (This trick is called “burying the lede.”)
Are POTUS’s supporters losing faith? There is little evidence to believe so, but a few supporters have asked him to dial his attitude back. The President dismisses their voices with the same contempt he shows his critics.
The Haven received a letter to the President from a large campaign donor. (Complete text below.) She suggests he should take a more moderate approach to race relations. Instead of inviting her to speak further, he ripped up the letter — and a priceless vintage photograph — and tossed it into the trash.
The letter was recovered by Chief of Staff John Kelly’s assistants, who are required to pour through POTUS’s trash for documents he shreds that he is supposed to keep for White House records. According to the source, that’s every thing that crosses his desk. “He doesn’t tear them up because he wants them kept secret, he tears them up so he doesn’t have to read them.”
“He doesn’t tear up (documents) because he wants them kept secret, he tears them up so he doesn’t have to read them.”
This was the fate suffered by ninety-five-year old Maisie Muckler, who founded a commercial real estate empire with her late husband Joe after World War II. She sent a picture of the family’s black maid and encouraged the President to show more tolerance with language that he will understand.
‘Be nice to the niggers,” she encourages him. She suggests that white people will be a minority soon and his own sons may have to work for the blacks and Mexicans he treats with disrespect. She adds that she was shocked to learn how angry they are about their treatment by white people.
“What the hell does a woman know about real estate. Or murderers and rapists?” the President reportedly demanded and tore up the letter. “Maybe, if she wasn’t so much richer, he would have been okay with it,” my source added.
We both agreed that wasn’t likely.
The complete text of the letter follows:
Maisie Muckler’s letter to the President
Dear Mr. President:
You may remember, me and my husband Joe own the largest commercial development firm in Southern Louisiana. We built more office buildings than you built hotels and never went bankrupt either.
In case you forgot, I just wanted to remind you that I donated five hundred million to your campaign in my husband’s name in cash in an unmarked envelope just like your video to “dark donors” delivered by that poor but sweet Mr. Cohen the Jewish fellow requested.
Everyone in my circle was tickled by that joke, “dark donors,” since we are all the right kind, the white kind, of people like you.
Speaking of the right kind of people, I’m writing you because you’ve gotten awfully nasty since you took office. Especially mean to the wetbacks and colored people.
Things are different than they were after my husband Joe won the big one. People knew their station and showed respect. Then we let them vote. We thought they’d be grateful. Turned out they were angry the whole time. My maid Bess worked for us until she was 67. That’s 64 years she worked in our house.
Things are different than they were after my husband Joe won the big one. People knew their station and showed respect. Then we let them vote. We thought they’d be grateful. Turns out they were angry the whole time.
Joe paid her a whole dollar a day. But when she died on the cot we gave her one Christmas for her hut behind the house, she didn’t say goodbye. She said, “Miss Maisie, you and Mr. Joe was the cheapest m**r f**rs I ever knowed.”
I couldn’t believe it, but she thought her people are as good as us. They all do. Which means it don’t matter how good we are to them, until we treat them as equals they’ll resent us.
We thought this meanness was an act you were putting on during the campaign, to fool the white trash. Turns out you’re just mean, and that’s going to be a problem cause the one thing I know is there’s going to be more of them than us in a few years. And by us, I mean you.
We thought this meanness was an act you were putting on during the campaign, to fool the white trash. Turns out you’re just mean.
Imagine what it will be like for your boys, especially the little one, and the dumb one, when they have to work for one of them and get treated with the same respect you showed their folk? It’ll be bad. Cause they got long memories. And unlike us, they talk to their children.
So, Mr. President, I got one thing I want to share with you before I shuffle from this mortal coil with Bess.
Be nice to the ni**ers.
I know you don’t want to on account of one being President before you, which means you had to take a back seat to someone cut from cheaper material. And that has to irk you bad. Like waiting behind them at the cafeteria while they decide on the two or three dishes they’re all willing to share.
It doesn’t matter. Be nice anyway.
Because the way you’re behaving lately, when they do take charge, and don’t be in denial it will, the way you’re behaving a lynch party won’t be good enough for them. And most of the white folks I play bridge with, stout hearted Republicans all, will watch it and say, “he should of treated the niggers better, but he didn’t listen to Maisie.”
Mrs. John Muckler (Maisie)