By Jim Wright
Tradition has it that whenever a group of people has tasted the lovely fruits of wealth, security, and prestige, it begins to find it more comfortable to believe in the obvious lie and accept that it alone is entitled to privilege.
— Bantu Stephen Biko, South African anti-apartheid activist
And we’ve circled back ’round to this.
He’s so predictable. This is Trump’s go-to move when he’s cornered or stressed or feeling unloved.
This is Trump’s fan-tribute. Like those songs fading music groups do, a closing feeling-good number, with lyrics of tired clichés about roadies and the cheap seats and hotel rooms and the lonely road and how it’s all worth it when they get up on the stage and see the faces of the fans. You people, you’re why we do it. And the fans cheer. It’s us! Us! Oh, they’re singing about us! They love us! And the easy applause swells over the music. And a bunch of old has-beens get to feel like they did back in the days when they filled stadiums with a 100,000 fans. Listen to ‘em cheer. We still got it.
That’s what this is.
Trump’s feeling down, feeling blue, feelin’ old and unloved.
So he throws this out. Those darn black people. Always with the protesting. Why, they don’t even know what they’re mad about! The fans, man, the poor football fans. You people go to the game for fun and these ungrateful types wanna protest? They’re practically stealing from you, what with all the money it costs you for the tickets. Why can’t they just be cool? Just be happy? Look at all that money they’re making! You, my voters, you’re the real victims here.
And it makes him feel good. Important. Loved. Righteous. He’s still got it.
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