As another seemingly aggrieved white male is arrested, this time in a Walmart mall in El Paso, those who “will not be replaced” seem to have decided on a plan—genocide. Within hours, another white male implements his plan in Dayton, Ohio. No more “thoughts and prayers” as it seems whomever we are praying to ain’t listening. Prayer is no antidote to bullets.
The Republican gameplan that incorporates the suppression of minority voters and the embrace of white nationalism is no less than a last-ditch effort to impede the “browning” of America through a multi-faceted attack on minorities and inevitability. All that was needed was a coarse and ignorant leader whose self-regard and boorishness could serve as the rallying cry for their plot.
The popular belief among the Trump enemies is that his reign is simply an aberration. That all that is needed is another election cycle to return us to normalcy. That Trump is a modern era reincarnation of the Nero reign— the so-called Nero redivivus legend:
The Nero Redivivus legend was a belief popular during the last part of the 1st century that the Roman emperor Nero would return after his death in 68 AD. The legend was a common belief as late as the 5th century.[1] The belief was either the result or cause of several pretenders who posed as Nero leading rebellions.
Trump as the agent of “the aggrieved” is hardly able to mastermind such a devious plot. While he fiddles his way through an incomprehensible set of policies designed to enrich himself and his ilk, he is no reincarnation of the Roman Emperor whose reign also targeted Iran (Parthia) as an enemy, but Trump is far more guilty of providing cover to supremacists who hide their motives behind the protective shelter of governmental protocols and polity. We should not for one minute deny the association of this eruption of fascism to the horrible era promoted by the Axis Powers in WWII. The argument against this realization has been that Trump has neither the vision nor the intellect to recast the fascist agenda of racist genocide. But his own incompetencies are no excuse. The power of the office he holds and his resistance to harnessing that power for good make him the most powerful agent of the white nationalist, white supremacist racist plot. The latest outbreak of racist inhumanity is akin to the dreaded Ebola virus which randomly crawls out from ancient caves only to strike and then retreat—lurking to return at another time. In either case, the cure is vigilance and courage. The solution is to find and to destroy the cave.
Those, like Trump, who practice the fascists' religion of dominance do so out of their own fear. They are afraid of being supplanted by a better version of themselves. They appeal to their own by spreading their fear and targeting others for the sin of not being just-like-them. Like cave-dwelling neo-nazis, they tout their supremacy through race—the one determinant they share and one which is the most superficial in subdividing mankind as a species into groups. Mentally and emotionally impotent, they turn to weapons, swat-gear, masks, and the NRA to spread their hate. Their rants and “manifestos” filled with their own paranoia and unenlightenment.
As America matures and grows progressively diverse, these reprobates remain stuck in the mud of their own stupidity. Finding little support within their own dwindling majority, they turn to the whitest of their core—the Trumps, the Russians, the Republican Senate — by their actions and words all one of a kind. There, it has been said.
Afraid of their own shadows, and unwilling to assimilate into the brave new world of diversity they slink and dodge and duck and attack the vulnerable and the innocent. Like Trump, they are impeded more by their own cowardice than their perceived “bone spurs.”
In this election cycle, there is no time for squabbling. The time has come to drive the Trumps, white nationalism, and the Mitch McConnell Senate back to their cave. Poet Robert Frost may have described them best in his WWI era poem denouncing isolationism, Mending Wall:
...In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
Because they have failed, we must not.