It’s distressing how closed-minded and hateful people have become.
Specifically, my people.
It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of our president. I recognized decades ago that he was a media-hyped jerk while assigned to read his book “The Art of the Deal” by a conservative-leaning history teacher my junior year in high school. I didn’t see the point in reading an entire book by some real estate guy bragging about his own genius the whole time.
It’s clear to me now that I was just one of many fertile minds sitting in that classroom being groomed for a new Republican rule. While the worship of Trumpism did not take root in my ideological belief system, it clearly did in some of my small town Alabama classmates, who would go on to watch “The Apprentice” weekly on the TV — a thought growing in the back of their heads that, yeah, we should let this successful businessman have a crack at fixing what’s broken in America so we can all get rich too.