First
of all, I don’t know Donald Trump, except for two things:
1)
His public persona, as he and his brand promote it. There is a chance, I guess, that the whole thing
could be just an act that he’s putting on.
He is a showman and salesman, after all.
But I kind of doubt that it’s ALL an act. There doesn’t seem to be any difference
between the Trump persona and Trump the man.
That’s sad. And scary.
2)
I lived in New York from the early 80’s to the early 90’s, when Trump was
building his empire, and so got to see his pretty shady deals, his egomania and
his attacks on enemies.
I am also aware of Luther’s explanation of the 8th Commandment (thou shall not bear false witness), where he says: “We should fear and love God that we may not deceitfully belie, betray, slander, or defame our neighbor, but defend him, think and speak well of him, and put the best construction on everything.”
It’s
hard to put the best construction on everything Trump does and says! To be honest, I’m not that great at doing
that with my wife and daughters! Or even
myself! But I will try.
I
think that Donald Trump has to have a huge wounding inside of him to be this
angry, this vengeful and this hostile.
His default seems to always attack: attack opponents, attack the press,
attack the “system”. I don’t think you
can be that way constantly unless there is a huge hurt inside you that you
cannot or will not be reconciled to.
Anger, hostility, violence are defense mechanisms, and always defending
against an internal threat as well as an external one.
What
might be that threat for Trump? What
might the wound so fierce he has to always be promoting himself, and doing so
at the expense of others?
The
easy answer—and this is speculation, of course—is that it has something to do
with women. And probably something
really early in life, that left a big wound; one that was built on over the
years. I’ve read about Fred Trump, his
father, quite a bit. But not much about
his mother or other female family members.
I’m not seeking to blame someone, but doesn’t it seem likely that some
woman hurt Donald Trump deeply? Some
hurt that is so hard for him to bear—even to admit—that he has to be in control
all the time?
I’ve
struggled to change that, and to understand that, and have made a lot of
progress, but it’s still in me. I do not
know if it is something universal to all men, but I can see in myself that
being wounded by a woman calls up all sorts of stuff that being wounded by a
man doesn’t. This is the place to go
into the particulars of what that is for me.
But at its core, there lies a feeling of being rejected for who I
am. And being ashamed of that.
Trump
must have a deep well of shame in his self.
Because that’s the currency he deals in: blame and shame. When you call someone a “fat pig” or a “loser”,
that’s shame-throwing. And you can’t
throw what you don’t have.
Certainly,
Trump has tapped into voter discontent in a large chunk of the electorate. Much of that is based on reality: a lot of
people have been screwed by the economy and the government, and a lot of people
are not that far from being homeless or unable to retire. But I think there’s something deeper in us as
a people going on. I think there is a
feeling of being rejected, and a big, boiling pile of shame in us. Some of that can be explained by changing
demographics, and the fear that provokes in some people. There is certainly a
big chunk of racism and sexism in the Trump movement. But I don’t think that’s all that’s there.
We’re
approaching Veteran’s Day (which actually started as Armistice Day, celebrating
not warriors, but the end of a war). The
ads for “honoring our veterans” events seem to be on all the radio stations. I believe that we need to support the people
who are coming back from war—including providing means for them to recover from
moral injury as well as physical and emotional injury. But it seems to me that the enshrinement of “The
Troops” has become almost idolatrous—not to mention, it makes us more likely to
get into more wars, because we want to “support our troops.”
At
the root of that is a big tangle, I think.
Of course, we want to support our brothers and sisters. We want to help them heal. But underneath that is our collective shame
about how we treated veterans in the past, especially in Viet Nam. And not just the reality of how we treated
returning vets, but our perception of that, stoked by politicians who benefit
from war. We feel powerless over that,
so to some extent, we overcompensate by lifting up today’s vets as heroes
(whether they were actually heroic or not).
But
underneath that shame is a deeper shame about our sending our soldiers to Viet
Nam in the first place, to fight a war that was wrong, evil, cruel, full of war
crimes and completely indefensible.
Those who would benefit from war continue to try and make it an
honorable cause, which simply can’t be done.
Many of our soldiers were victims of that war, but many were
perpetrators, especially at the top.
That’s messy, and it’s easier to try and keep that tamped down. To ignore it, or justify it, or minimize it. But
it won’t stay down. Just like slavery
and Jim Crow won’t stay down, or the genocide against native peoples won’t stay
down, or the seizure of half of Mexico, the oppression of women and on and on. Those wounds, and the shame attached to them,
keep coming up.
What
does this have to do with Trump? There
is no doubt that Trump has been wounded—deeply, and has great shame about it. He can’t admit it, because that would make him
a “loser”. And there is no doubt, in my
mind, that he has shame about the wrong he has done and continues to do and has
great shame about that. He can’t admit
that, because that would make him the problem, and not the great solution.
How
about us, these United States? Could we
be honest enough to admit that we are really wounded and that we have really
wounded others? Will we continue to vote
and be ruled by shame and fear, or will we break out of that?
The
only way I know to do that is to trust in the grace of forgiveness. A grace that does not wipe away
accountability for evil or deny justice.
That’s a messy kind of grace sometimes, but there’s great freedom in
that too. And it takes great bravery to
be that honest and work towards repair and restoration. But hey, aren’t we the land of the free and
the home of the brave *?
Be
brave. Be free. Be justice.
Be beauty.
Patrick
*
Yay, Cubbies!
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