The United States of Trump
Re “Donald Trump Is Dangerous” [March 14]: I’ve been phone-banking around the country for Bernie Sanders—Iowa, New Hampshire, South Carolina, and Florida—and I can tell you that there are Democrats who voted twice for Barack Obama and support Bernie, but who cannot or will not vote for Hillary Clinton. And I’ve also talked to GOP voters who are Trump supporters, some of whom told me that if Trump doesn’t get the nomination, they will vote for Sanders. Trump’s racism may get some votes, as the polls suggest, but his economic nationalism is what I think binds his voters to him: They feel screwed, and he’s listening to them.
Trump’s campaign reminds me of a famous incident involving Slobodan Milosevic. Early in his drive for power, he went to a coal mine and told the miners that no one was going to beat them up; he wouldn’t allow it. The rest is history.
James Scaminaci III
I’ve heard many explanations from friends and pundits for Trump’s popularity with Republicans, but I like Anton Chekhov’s: “Love, friendship and respect do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.”
new york city
Donald Trump won the election! I swore I saw it on the news. There he was in the Oval Office, sitting at the presidential desk—but wait, the desk was gold! The rug was gold! In fact, the whole room was gold!
He was talking to reporters, telling them about all the actions he’s taken to “Make America Great Again.”
He redecorated the White House: all gold! Congress and the Supreme Court, too. There was also a gold path leading to and connecting all three, and a fence so high around everything—and yes, it was gold, too.
He had thrown out the Muslims for being terrorists, the Mexicans for taking jobs, African Americans because they kept on asking for rights, ugly women for being ugly (although Trump boasted that he had started a clinic to help improve their looks), all non-evangelical Christians for attacking Christmas, the Jews for crucifying Christ, and all remaining Democrats for aiding and abetting these groups.
I looked around: There was The Donald in a glittering white suit, flashing his smile and shaking his head, saying: “See, I made America great again!” And the reporters, all gold-gun-carrying supporters, took selfies with him.