Trump: America’s Monster By Ron Kipling Williams

And now let’s roll out our finest multimedia Frankenstein super brand creation – Donald J.
Trump.

Our latest and most polarizing American president, Donald Trump, the leader of the free world
– as if the world is actually free (only eight people control half of the world’s wealth – Bill
Gates, Amancio Ortega, Warren Buffett Carlos Slim, Jeff Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, Larry
Ellison and Michael Bloomberg).

We act as if Trump is the Frankenstein monster ripping apart the splendor and majestic of our
great and exceptional nation, the red, white and blue ultra-brand we still proclaim is number
one – whatever manufactured definition that means.

We not only believe it, we need to believe it. It is for our salvation. Our patriotism acts as a
religion. We themselves into an emotional fervor, much like congregants do every Sunday. We
need to believe that we are the greatest, best, most peaceful, most civilized, the baddest, the
mightiest, the most sovereign, the most democratic, the most altruistic, nation that ever existed.
We are the Uber Empire. There has never been, and never will be, another like us.

And when we appear to fall short of that super brand, it is time for the man in the white hat to
ride in on his horse and to fix it. Reagan saved us from Carter, and now Trump is to save us from
the legacy of the socialist, lazy fare, Obama.

So the populous of Americans that voted Trump into office bought into the notion that we have
to make America great again. Yet at every turn we shoot a middle finger in the air at the rest of
the world and let them know in no uncertain terms that we are #1.

So which is it? Are we, or are we not great? We can’t be both. It does not exist in the same space.

This is the bi-polar nature of this union. We are the adolescents of this world – unsure as to we
are, vacillating between the brooding soul in the corner of the room, and the bully who takes
over the schoolyard. As a citizen of both African and Native American heritage, I have born
witness to this history, and it is ugly.

Trump epitomizes the ugliness of America, which has been prominent since the landing of the
Mayflower, the confiscation of land, the relegation of indigenous peoples to reservation, the
human trafficking of Africans into this country and the subsequent slavery, the annexation of land from the Mexicans, the importation and oppression of Chinese to build railroads, all of this
in the quest to make America exceptional, to put America first.

Trump is the core of manifest destiny, that America is destined to be what it is because God
declared it to be. God is the quintessential white man who has made Americans his chosen
people, and the chosen people do not bear darker skin tones, different customs, other accents, or
languages. We will build a wall – absolutely.

Ayn Rand would be proud. Her brand of individual objectivism manifested in the 2016 victory of
the Donald. The idea that the individual is more important than the collective, that it is the
inventor, the frontiersman, the visionary, who drives this nation, and must be iconized and
rewarded. Trump is not great because of his moral compass, but his ability to use the system to
his advantage, to exploit others, to bend the rule of law to his will, to rebound from financial
ruin, to build an exceptional brand, to be strong, determined and forceful in his will to amass a
fortune, build monuments to himself, and craft a narrative legacy that will stand long after his
passing.

That is what the majority of Americans are taught to want, and that is what they voted for on
November 8, 2016.

America did not clear away the land and built an empire for it to be given a way to foreigners,
nor was the power to be shared equally with non-whites. Sure, there are going to be “other”
people that are going to amass wealth as well, but they must be patriotic, loyal, and ultimately,
understand their place. That has always been a curious term – know your place.

I remember a job I had at Johns Hopkins, when my immediate supervisor a tall middle aged
white woman told me that I needed to know my place. All my years growing up in the
neighborhood, around black folk, I had never heard that term, until I began interacting with
certain whites who relished in wielding their privilege.

What is my place? Doesn’t that date back to slavery, when enslaved Africans were told their
place? Granted, since desegregation, class has become more predominant, but, there is that
tinge of chattel slavery that creeps up into the mix. Must I keep my head down, not look at a
white person, cross the street, say, “yes ma’am” and “yes sir”? Many of my white brothers and sisters loath that sort of behavior, while others will be ashamed to admit in public, but proud to
say in private that that is exactly how it should be.

Polls mean relatively nothing. The election showed that. Hilary Clinton by virtue of the popular
vote should have won. Then there is the Electoral College, a mechanism devised to maintain
power for the plantation owners. The system justifies its effectiveness claiming that all 50 states
has equitable representation as a result. But anything can be justified once it is in place.
There were many who never admitted that they voted for Trump, still others who did so after the
election. Some were publicly ashamed, but privately proud. Trump is the rough, tough,
unabashed, unpolished, colonial-style corporate Marlboro man that is still the inspiration of
many. There are those who want to be in his position. They want that brass ring, and they, like
him, will fluctuate their moral compass to get it.

There are many who protest, rail, criticize, and lambaste Trump’s policies and personality. But it is one that we created. We invested in the Trump brand – buying his products, watching his shows like the Miss America pageant and The Apprentice. We stayed at his hotels, casinos, and resorts. We did business with him. To say now we are shocked and appalled by his lewd and lascivious tweets and comments is hypocritical.

We also predicted the way he conducted himself during the campaign would not be the same
once he took the oath; that he would sit in the oval office, take in the magnitude of the
presidency, and become presidential. Again, wrong. He is doing and saying exactly what he did
and said he was going to do. For many that means strength, resolve, and antithetical to the
nature of a politician, which is not what the corporate Marlboro man does. They wanted a man’s
man, and more specifically, a white man’s man. They wanted another Reagan.

For all that has been accomplished and won over the last 100 years in this country, there is that
underlying tone of hatred and resentment. It feels for many traditional Americans like a hostile
takeover, that the land they once knew and loved is being overrun by homosexuals, liberals,
atheists, aliens, blacks and browns. There are many across this nation who are terrified at the
prospect of the “browning of America”, that one day they may be in the minority.

This is not what this country was supposed to be. White supremacist and American Renaissance
magazine founder Jared Taylor said America was founded for white people. Many publicly
would scoff at that statement. However, the deep seated and subtle racism that is embedded in
many American homes that touts itself to be open minded and non-racist, secretly believes this
as well. Could Americans be honest enough with themselves to take that poll?

America was not meant to be shared, otherwise it would have become a cooperative between the
settlers and the natives. That is the ugly truth. It had to be forced, cajoled, made into what it is
today. Peoples rose up and made America look at itself, to examine itself in the mirror. The
“others” forced America to read its own Constitution, and have a real hard talk with itself.
In the meantime, enjoy the frivolity, circus, and mayhem of our first Executive Branch super
brand.

Ron Kipling Williams