Ten years into the presence and the power of this man, and I am afraid for what I am becoming. No need for me to go over again what he is. After Trump’s response to the murders of Rob and Michelle Reiner, Devid Remnick captures him perfectly:
“And so it is worth asking, do you know anyone quite as malevolent? At your place of work? On your campus? A colleague? A teacher? Much less someone whose impulses and furies in no small measure dictate the direction, fate, and temper of the country? Have you ever in your life encountered a character as wretched as Donald Trump?”
But what of us, citizens of this country, soiled every day for 10 years by the vast outpouring of his wretched speech and actions and character? For ten years, we have been staring into the abyss that is Donald Trump. What are we becoming?
Hatred can be cultivated. Add each day’s record of his malice to your own character and your own hatred will grow lush and deep.
Yours?
No, mine alone.
I can only speak for myself about my own daily sharpening of an obsidian blade, its careful honing and care and my own dark wishes for what should happen to him and every single one of his helpers.
Three years to go of this, of him, of the moral and physical destruction of the Republic. Tens of tens of millions will need a blessing, an exorcism and absolution.
At the end of all this, of him, we need justice, not vengeance, not more poison pouring out of us this time. Every day I pray, let me not become like him. On many days I fear that I am failing.
