Trump, President of the Invisible Empire of the KKK
It’s not his mental fitness, people. It’s his MORAL fitness that is at issue.
He is evil, filled with hate, greed, racism, prejudice, stupidity – and is satisfied with it.
Worse: The Republican Party put him in power and praises him and supports him.
Worse still: A great number of US citizens voted for him – because he is a mirror of their own shameful prejudices, their hidden – and not so hidden – hatred and nihilism.
Someone argued with me, when I made this, that “you can’t find a picture of him wearing a Klan hood.” No, you can’t. Because it is invisible, but AUDIBLE.
He is the President of the Invisible Empire – how the KKK always refers to itself. It is an empire of idiotic, monstrous beliefs, beliefs that aim to murder and enslave and diminish and declare other humans different than pale & “Christian” &”straight” to be “not human.” Other. Disposable.
This is proto-Nazism. Fascism. White trash supremacy. Trump is NOT my president; and those who keep him in power or put him there are a menace to humanity, truth, justice, mercy, and all good things that make life worth living.
I am a stranger in a strange land. I always have been, but this land has become even stranger over my lifetime. This is not my country – I am, as Diogenes said, “Kosmopolites”: a citizen of the world.
No man or woman is foreign to me. It is “we,” not “I” and certainly not “us.” “We,” in our beautiful variety.
But not in this hatred, this fragmentation, Balkanization, tribalism.
That, I will have nothing to do with.
Nothing. To that sort of person, I am a stranger, indeed, and unwelcome in “their” land. By their choice, I am their enemy. Proudly, I am the enemy of any rejection of my brothers and sisters who are perfectly fine as they are, on their paths, working out their divine destinies in their own ways.
I am a stranger in a strange land. I carry my home within me. I break bread with anyone who seeks justice and true peace.
But I would rather eat my crust alone in a hovel than feast in a palace where injustice is worshiped and meaningless, valueless things are declared, selfishly, more valuable than any sacred human being.
12 January 2018
Richard Van Ingram