This past Sunday on “Fareed Zakara GPS” 2/2/20 President Trump’s senior advisor, Jared Kushner, outlined the litany of accomplishments achieved by his father in law’s administration. Seven million new jobs. Trade deals, unprecedented. The dollar, strong. The endless war between Israel and Palestine reaching an also unprecedented potential for resolution.
Yet, given the glaring allegations, the deceit, the blatant lies, and the swarm of negative emotion generated by that same administration, a great divide is now fixed among the American people. A clear half of the population wants nothing whatsoever to do with this President. Far beyond mere political ideology, there is palpable hatred afoot, across wide swaths of the nation – hatred, for the President of the United States.
His recent impeachment trial has left half of America emboldened, and the other half utterly slain. People can hardly look each other in the eye, fearfully wondering what is in the mind and heart of another. The climate, the prevailing mood is one of enmity. Were we at the mercy of the horse drawn carriage and musket, very little would restrain man from taking arms against man, woman against woman, child against child.
Perhaps, instead of charging ahead like some Roman conqueror, President Trump should stop, and take a candid look at the America his presence has created in the minds of its people. If he cannot or will not do that, then he negates the very lives of those who are repulsed by him. He expresses virtual ethnic cleansing, reducing half of the population to zero value.
If he prefers instead to lead his faction into a future fraught by his own amoral, craven appetites, the rift between his following and the rest of the nation will only grow wider. In the face of and in spite of economic prosperity, he will entrench the divide between the two Americas – perhaps beyond repair.
President Trump, don’t make us wait until November. Collect your laurels; accept your prize. Take your once in a lifetime lucky strike, and put it on the shelf with the rest of your shrine to self. It’s well past time. Time for you to go.
© 2/2/2020 Ruth Ann Scanzillo Erie, PA