Oh, Those Poor Deluded Fools. They're Not to Blame.
There's a growing effort underway in the ranks of America's left to excuse the sins of Trump's legion of useful idiots. It's not their fault. They're to be pitied, not scorned. They've been handed a bad deal so they lashed out and latched on to the first smooth talker who promised to lead them to the Holy Land.
You hear that shit from Bill Maher. You can hear it from Chris Hedges. It seems to be in the air.
Sure they've had it rough. America is no longer the Land of Opportunity. Republicans, their political flavour of choice, have economically gerrymandered America. Life in the precariat is a tough gig. What's a guy to do when all he has to cling to is his whiteness?
Trump's followers remind me of the "Good German." That's a term defined as "someone who turns a blind eye to criminal atrocities committed by the government. It includes needless war, lying to the public, stripping civil rights, ignoring laws held to keep government in check and disrespecting the general populace."
In Trump parlance, they're the white supremacist, xenophobic, racist, misogynist, Christo-fascist, nativist, loathsome scum who backed that orange malignancy. He degraded minorities, separated young children from their parents and tossed them in rudimentary kennels, incited violence as he indulged its perpetrators and it didn't matter a bit to them. He was their pied piper and they chose to follow him down that dark road just as they would again in a heartbeat.
Yes they're white trash. They've been a cornerstone of that land going back to the 16th century. Louisiana State professor, Nancy Isenberg, chronicles the role these untermenschen played in expanding the original colonies in her aptly titled book, "White Trash." Now they're Trump's white trash and they've got every Republican Representative and Senator paralyzed with fear.
The idea that a little sweetness and light, let bygones be bygones, will bring these people back into the fold of enlightenment is nonsense.
Trump didn't inject something into their souls. He merely played to what was already there, brought it to the surface. To pretend that this can all be made right is childish thinking.