A while back, one of these Civic Duty columns elicited this
simple response from a woman: “Stop the hate!”
At first, I thought she was addressing Trump et al, but
recently I feel more like she meant that plea for me. It applies both ways, I
guess.
I am learning some things about myself since Trump became
president and I started writing these columns. I edited and wrote for
underground newspapers back in the day when Vietnam and Nixon were the main
copy. I wrote with anger then. Even Nixon, as craven and duplitious as he
turned out to be, had at least paid a ton of political dues and acted
presidential.
Today, vis a vis Trump, I find myself writing with ongoing
hatred. Hatred is not a good or productive emotion, but there it is. It makes
me feel, upon reflection, as unclean and unsavory as Trump himself. Not good.
Yet I can understand the provocation if not condone it. Nixon was caught up as
a fraud and crook over time. He won his second term in a landslide – before the
Watergate mess brought him down.
Trump, on the other hand, has given us ample warning in his
filthy campaign rhetoric exactly what he is about and his presidency so far has
clearly borne out just how far he is willing to go to reduce America to a
puppet show with his small and crazed hands pulling the strings.
And this with
no evident sign of disapproval or alarm from the craven Republican party who
can rid our country of this pestilence. Robert Mueller – if he lasts -- will
have to present clear evidence of treason or other high crimes and misdemeanors
to bestir these moral zombies. Their political self-preservation is the only
motive they understand. Sick dogs.
So I feel the hate well up even as I write my mea culpa about
it. Trump has bestirred in me a latent and deep patriotism that actually surprises
me at times. This country has survived a wrenching civil war, two rapacious
world wars, a deep and scarring financial depression, and a Vietnam war that
split the country. Yet we endured. The American spirit prevailed. I am proud of
that.
Now comes a veritable monster who seems hell-bent on undoing
every sacred American tradition that has been won and protected by the life
blood of its citizens. It is a nightmare come alive.
He has tapped into a latent and unclean strain in the
American soul and parlayed it into the incipient fascism which is emerging with
growing clarity in his presidency. The political gods granted him a perfect
storm of discontent, topped by the unfortunate candidacy of Hillary Clinton,
and he has blindly ridden it into the chaos and evil that are the true
hallmarks of his character and rule.
How can I not hate such a person? How can I not vilify him at
every opportunity? How can I wish him anything but ill, total and destructive?
Anger has passed into hate. I will live with that.
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