Dear President Trump,
I love this line by Samantha Bee’s head writer, Jo Miller: “I feel a rant coming on…” There’s more to the sentence, but this part says it all for me. Nearly every day for the last 100+ days I’ve had rants wash over and through me and I don’t see them stopping anytime soon, unfortunately. You and your administration have probably fueled more rants from more people than any other ten administrations combined.
What’s been heavy on my heart all weekend is the man from Portland who verbally attacked the two young women on the commuter train and then physically attacked the three men who tried to de-escalate the situation, killing two of them. Killing two of them. I want you to let that sink in. He killed them for interfering with his hateful verbal assault on two girls who were minding their own business on public transport, probably just heading home from school. From eyewitness reports he apparently felt it was his First Amendment right as a white male US citizen to attack the girls because one of them is Muslim. I want you to let that sink in too. Why? Because I think you have given people permission to let loose horrific, ugly, scary, hate-ridden garbage on anyone they think (or have been told to think) somehow threatens their position, as though life is a zero-sum game and they are being cheated out of their God-given right to all the good stuff.
You might try to let yourself off the hook by saying the assailant was a bad apple, that he was unstable because he had a head injury and some sort of mental illness and your typical white supremacists are far more stable and would never engage in such out of control violence (just in control violence). If I were you, I wouldn’t try and press that case too hard given what the newly elected Republican Representative from Montana, who vehemently supports you, did to the reporter the night before the election. You don’t get to slink out of all this. Whether you ever stand up and take responsibility for giving license to hate, you will still have all of this, and so much more, on your conscience. Even if your conscience is the size of a grain of sand, you must have one in there somewhere; at least I think antisocial people have some shred of conscience….
For all our sake’s, here is your blessing:
May you be safe.
May you be happy.
May you be healthy.
May your life unfold and intersect peacefully.