Thank-you, Mr. Trump, in 200 Words

Donald Trump is despicable. But he is not alone.

Hand in air trump

Photo via Opposing Views.com

Hate runs through US life and politics.

The Cherokee Trail of Tears.

Lynchings.

No Irish Need Apply.

Father Coughlin.

WWII isolationism.

White violence against the 1960s Civil Rights Movement.

Donald Trump didn’t invent this particular brand of hate and fear-mongering for his presidential run. It’s always been there. Anyone who thinks otherwise has not been paying attention. Like a petri dish of deadly Clostridium botulinum: misogyny, antisemitism, racism, Hispanophobia and Islamophobia have grown quietly over the last twenty years. Just a wee bit at a time, until Trump came along and yanked off the lid.

His fame and money equals eyes and ears.

His popularity has jolted everyone with a heart: Democrat, Republican, Independent, back to reality. Hate is out there. We all need to fight against it. Some have said that if we ignore Trump, he’ll go away.

Unlikely. Hate never dissipates because we cover our ears.

Act. Speak. Vote.  Be good people.

Be thankful for Donald Trump. We needed a dose of his twisted reality.

You should know that something like 6 to 8 percent of the electorate overall, or about the same share of people who think the Apollo moon landings were faked, believe that Trump speaks for them. (Nate Silver, FiveThirtyEight.)

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