Donald Trump doesn’t want to see Harriet Tubman on the $20.00 bill because he is both racist and sexist. Period.
Will the wonders of Trump’s depth of depravity never cease to amaze?
If that sounds a bit melodramatic, the times call for what the times call. We’re in an election cycle that is more tragedy, less comedy by the day. What began as the benignly entertaining concept of a futile, doomed Trump campaign has morphed into the ever-growing possibility of a Donald Trump candidacy.
The stakes of that prospect are ominous. Though Hillary Clinton (or, less likely, Bernie Sanders) would almost certainly beat Trump in the General Election, the risk is simply too great.
What if Hillary Clinton did end up indicted? What if Bernie Sanders suffered some sudden health setback? (That sounds Seussian. Hey! So did that descriptor).
Today, as is the case most days lately, Trump offered another distinctly gross comment on a political issue, that of the Treasury’s decision to feature Underground Railroad member, war hero, and anti-slavery activist Harriet Tubman on the $20.00 bill.
This is apparently an affront to the current face accosting you every time a $20.00 is called for, that of slave holder and seventh U.S. President, Andrew Jackson.
Yes, according to our man chauvinist, Jackson should not be tossed off such a prominent bill. Especially not when he is to be replaced by Harriet Tubman. You know, a woman. And a black woman, at that! (Side bet: I’ll put a Ulysses S. Grant down that Donald Trump probably had no idea who Tubman was, nor what the Underground Railroad was, until today).
I do wonder: just who does Trump think he’s winning over here? I mean, the guy has the angry white man vote LOCKED DOWN. They’ve never seen a candidate so unimaginably perfect. And white women with a case of mild to severe racism are already on his team as well.
Everyone else in this country loathes Andrew Jackson, if they even know who he is.
So the rest of America either a) is thrilled to see Jackson get the boot, or b) doesn’t know enough about our loathsome s prez to care either way.
So what’s the point, Trump? What in the everlasting hell are you trying to accomplish by suggesting that Harriet Tubman should maybe get an honorary $2.00 bill nod, and leave Andrew Jackson alone?
And I suppose it could be to keep the headlines on him, because we pretty much know Donald Trump is textbook case study of narcissism.
But there are other ways of keeping the spotlight on you. Boatloads.
And that’s what leads me to believe that “Donald Trump being outrageous” is really just Donald Trump being himself.
He doesn’t want to see Harriet Tubman on the $20.00 bill because he is both racist and sexist. Period. That’s really as simple as it gets. For Trump, white men need to be the primary symbols of power, and few things are as fundamentally symbolic as the face on your hard coin.
This is a kind of brutish, ignorant, dangerous strain of faux masculinity. If a black woman who daily risked her life to free human beings from grotesque, systemic abuse is a threat to your sense of who you are, then someone really missed the mark in teaching you character.
If the stakes were significantly lower, I think I could find some sympathy for Trump and his ilk. When you cannot appreciate, respect, defend, and esteem people whose heroism clearly sets them apart, simply because they are somehow different than you, then you must be a deeply miserable person.
But the stakes could not be any higher. And this form of sickness, parading itself as masculinity, must be fought. On all fronts, always.
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