Everything that can be said about Donald J. Trump, the troll, has already been said. There really is nothing more to add. Think about it: We know he's a misogynist. We know he's racist. He's opportunistic. A bombastic braggadocio. He's the presumptive Republican nominee for the presidency, and also a demonizing dick.
I don't think anyone has called him that yet — a "demonizing dick" — at least no other critic and columnist with the platform to do so. Right. There's more than one way to skin a putrid politician-wannabe shit-for-brains. And calling Trump a demonizing dick, although opinion, is supported by fact.
A year ago, Alex Burns, a reporter for the New York Times, revealed Trump's documented history of racially-charged rhetoric. Sixteen years ago, Burns wrote, the business magnate bankrolled a newspaper ad smearing the St. Regis Mohawk Tribe, associating them with illicit drug use and addiction.
Well, I recently got my hands on a copy of the rotten ad. The thing should stand as an example of American capitalist propaganda and rhetoric, and abhorrent Trump assholery. The presidential candidate with the small digits and bleached-white fangs attempted to sully the reputation of a group of people simply because he had a financial incentive to do so, because they were his competition in the casino game. Trump does not play fair, but when in history has his ilk ever played fair? Indeed. This orange descendent of white illegal immigrants (a.k.a. "settlers" or "pilgrims") is just the latest manifestation of white greed, aggression, bigotry, shillery, and unscrupulous dealings. In character, Trump would be the first used-car dealer to win the White House.
Now, Trump, the troll, is one Clinton away from being president, which is a frightening thought. I've walked down seedy alleys at 2 a.m. filled with drunken jackasses swinging 2x4s and felt less threatened than I do with the thought of Trump wearing the American crown.
On Monday, the 2016 Republican National Convention in Cleveland quickly devolved into dissension, with a hoard of Republican delegates abandoning the floor like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Hubris, glittering generalities, card-stacking, and all manner of American political putridness was the night, which crescendoed with a plagiarized speech by would-be First Lady, Melania Trump. Later, the Trump camp would laugh off the accusation that Melania copied/pasted parts of Michelle Obama's speech from 2008. But remember, we're dealing with the gentry here, folks — the rich and powerful who don't fret over career-killing things like plagiarism.
So the lesson here is simple: If you're a student caught plagiarizing, you're fucked. If you're a journalist caught plagiarizing, you're fired. If you're a Trump caught plagiarizing, you're fine. Welcome to America, the tilted table, the fixed game, the fighter paid to take a fall, a place where racism and misogyny can catapult you to the apex of a major political party, and where slander as a business practice — where being a demonizing dick — is regarded by some as style rather than a foreboding character flaw.
Meanwhile, the RNC, the reality show, will continue tonight in Cleveland. Watch for redface and headdresses, and all manner of playing Indian. It's the only kind of blatant racism Cleveland will allow.
Simon Moya-Smith. Courtesy Skaruianewah Logan.
Simon Moya-Smith, Oglala Lakota, is the Culture Editor at Indian Country Today. Follow him on Twitter @simonmoyasmith.