Dear President Trump,
Yesterday, not two hours after teasing about today’s letter including unicorns, Laura and I went and got pedicures at a new salon where the décor is dominated by unicorns. Seriously. They have large pictures of white, sparkly unicorns prancing in fantastical super-saturated colorful settings adorning the walls of the salon. It was pretty surreal.
In case you’re wondering what I was doing getting a pedicure in the middle of the day on a workday, I took the day off to hang out with Laura since she starts teaching again next week and I’m going to a conference in Minneapolis tomorrow. Days off are lovely for all sorts of reasons, but chief among them is that I don’t have to worry about when I write to you since unlike some of your staff, I do take the Hatch Act seriously. Thus, I need to write to you outside my tour of duty at the VA, which means these letters are restricted to the edges of the day. So not only did I get to hang out with some mythical beasts, but I also got to finish my letter to you much earlier than usual.
Moving on, the latest allegation against you by E. Jean Carroll that you raped her over 20 years ago has me feeling sick to my stomach. Frankly, I’ve been avoiding reading about it or thinking about it since news of her disclosure hit the airwaves yesterday. It’s not that I don’t believe her (or the 22 other women who have publicly accused you of sexual assault), it’s that this is going to be another instance where you will get away with something akin to shooting a person on 5th Avenue. You have your base so snookered and the GOP so cowed (or they just don’t give a shit as long as you keep delivering the judicial nominees, deregulation, and tax cuts) that you increasingly seem fully bulletproof (politically speaking).
How are you pulling this off? I really want to know.
Incredibly, someone who was caught on tape bragging about sexually assaulting numerous women and who has been accused, on the record, by more than 20 women is the President of the United States and he appears untouchable. What gives?
There are tons of other shitty things you’ve done (far too many to list here), most of which are unethical if not patently illegal. Those things are definitely awful and caused harm to real people, but you did or are doing those things from a distance; they didn’t involve you physically forcing yourself on another person. Obviously neither is ok – of course I get that, and I’m not suggesting that shattering people’s lives via edicts from on high is more acceptable than shattering people’s lives by sexually assaulting them, but the latter is disturbing in ways that are different than the former, as is getting away with the latter.
We have a president who has been accused of repeatedly (repeatedly) refusing to take “No” for an answer and using his body to overpower other human beings. And we knew this about you before you were elected. So really, what gives? How the hell did we get here? Millions of people, many of them women, voted for you. Whether they were exposed to Russian influencers or not, they voted for a man who bragged about sexually assaulting women.
What does this say about our collective values and our concern for the dignity of each one’s being? Nothing good. And here we go again. Or rather, here we are, still.
May we be safe from our messed up priorities.
May we be willing to stand up for each one’s dignity.
May we see that our values need a healthy dose of correction.
May those who need to, make peace with the reality that you are unfit for any role that involves other people.