The Trump Card

We know for sure that the American electoral race has begun when Alan and I start to radically disagree about what would be in the best interest of the United States, and, by extension, the world. Right?

Well. Kind of. Until recently, our political — better, politicized — life was exactly like this, Alan, of course, imposing upon me his indisputable advantage due to my intrinsic ignorance, which would be more accurately described as a “lack of familiarity with the American way”; but I must confess that I have changed, I’ve been changing since we’ve moved to the United States, my God, had he been right all along?

The matter at hand, impossible to ignore, is the omnipresent “rising star of the Republican party,” Donald Trump, hair and all. Trump’s hair, in fact, has been progressively perceived as a perfect metaphor for his political platform — in my opinion, his greatest electoral asset.

Let’s see. Back then, I don’t know when, something must have happened to him, because that thing covering his skull has indeed very little to do with natural human hair, with it’s uniqueness, so to speak, being exacerbated by that painfully undefinable color we Brazilians call “jackass-on-the-run,” I can hear Alan yelling at me: “It does not make any sense in English!”

Anyway, this feature gives the candidate a distinct look, kind of freaky, to say the least, and he knows it. Better, he exploits it, as he insists, in his increasingly popular rallies, on showing that his hair is a 100% his own. I went as far as to advise him (mentally, of course) to always keep it discretely hidden underneath the red hat that he has tried, at some point, to transform into his trademark, with the slogan “Make America Great Again” (which, by the way, he really did register with the United States Patent Office). After all, Trump’s looks gets far more distinguished when he is wearing it, but the truth is, being very smart, Trump must have realized that to emphasize his “weirdness” would be much more effective than trying to disguise it. It has worked beautifully.

While having nothing in common with the cheering crowds — on the contrary, being one of the most legitimate representatives of the hyper-billionaire elite who has ever ventured into the political arena — Trump has been proving himself to be the most capable candidate to faithfully translate the soul-level aspirations of those very same masses (he was in Greenville last Thursday). Let’s face it, the “masses” know nothing at all about the billionaire elite, and very little about politics. Nevertheless, it does nothing to stop the media from describing Trump’s supporters as a bunch of crazy, racist fools, prone to violence — in a word, the (not so) human American scum, while the “good ones” would be flocking to the liberal socialist Bernie Sanders. Who, incidentally, also stands out for his wildly white hair. Ironic.

The other day, the right-wing media — yes, here in the United States the media has two well-defined sides, both being equally strong — reacted accordingly: The hilarious Jesse Watters (I’m sorry, but the man is very smart and funny, as well as nice) proved clearly that the “all-excited Bernie cheerleaders” did not have the faintest idea as to what has been driving them, to the point of defining “Socialism” as a “free enterprise society, completely free of government control,” a kind of laissez-faire — a theory totally unheard of. To tell you the truth, I myself have been somewhat confused, because in the United States what appears to be “liberal,” in terms of economics, is actually the definition of “conservative,” go figure.

Anyway, just for a change, this was not what I intended to write about. By now, you must have figured out that Alan’s support for Donald Trump is growing on a daily basis, while I, though no longer holding the contrary stand… Well. Although I cannot see the man as the next President of the United States, I recognize that he is providing a great service to us all as he’s carefully and objectively demolishing the dictatorship of the “politically correct” that has been suffocating us for years, and it’s getting worse. Imagine that I read a recent article stating that American universities are developing a status quo that seeks “to scrub campuses clean of words, ideas, and subjects that might cause discomfort or give offense,” now extrapolate the kind of biased and preposterous generation that will come out of this, oh my. Some law students asked their professors not to teach rape law, for example, since the mere idea of rape is distressing to them. They consider offensive, another example, to ask an Asian-looking person “where they were born,” almost a crime, of such racist magnitude that it should be punishable by law.

Now imagine that the other day, moved solely by the benign curiosity of a fellow foreigner (maybe searching for solidarity), I asked my oriental ophthalmologist, who speaks English with a strong Chinese accent, if “she was American,” oh, my God! I could have gone to jail and I didn’t have a clue!

Meanwhile, the “politically uptight” seem to be reacting to Trump’s incorrect rhetoric with not so quiet desperation; indeed, the man does not hesitate one second to use the most despicable terms, conveniently ejected from our “networked” vocabulary, as the horrific “anchor babies” the New York Times opposed so fiercely in their highly inaccurate, or maybe consciously manipulative editorial, in which they declared themselves “horrified” by the candidate’s bluntness.

I could evoke the Brazilian wisdom of Elio Gaspari, who explains with great clarity the inconvenience of a leader with no political background, such as our “very own” Dilma Roussef, which would also occur in the case of an unthinkable victory of Donald Trump in the upcoming American presidential elections. The ability to debate with Congress, after all, is a crucial trait in a true democracy — a trait which, amazingly, has failed consistently in the Obama Era.

Now, I believe that the main ingredient of Trump’s success is not his extremist parlance, but the fact that what he’s saying reflects the thinking of the silent majority of Americans, who, being massacred (ouch!) by the power of the media, have been prevented from expressing themselves freely, notwithstanding the famous First Amendment. In good Portuguese, oops, I mean, English: Everyone around here is sick and tired, not of politicians, but of bad politicians, to the best of my understanding. And we are clearly headed for a tipping point beyond which no one knows what is going to happen.

Before ending this chronicle on a high note, quoting another friend of mine (not the one in favor of Bernie Sanders) who a few years ago told me that the world was headed for a deep crisis, from which we would emerge to a “brave new world,” I’m going to offer some good, and free advice to the liberal-leftist media like the NY Times: To tell obvious lies is not the best way to keep your present influential status, honestly. In the controversial Alabama speech, Donald Trump made it very clear what he meant by “anchor babies,” and the term does not refer to all children of immigrants, which would violate the famous 14th Amendment, denying its plurality-generating consequences, but rather to people who enter the country illegally on the eve of giving birth, only to grant their newborns the right to American citizenship, which, per se, would guarantee their own legal immigrant status. Understand? It’s a scam. Simple like that.

As for me, I must confess I do not share this growing mania against immigrants — Latinos, in particular, among whom I count myself. What I do ask myself with every passing day is why I made such a point of applying for a Green Card as soon as I could, upon having met all the legal requirements; and also why do I feel a lot more comfortable and free in this country since I was granted permanent residency.

Okay. According to television analysis, only “people with money” immigrate legally and apply for a Green Card; in short, I left Brazil behind, but kept the uneasiness of Lula’s “vilified elite.”


About the Author
Noga Sklar was born in Tiberias, Israel, in 1952. She grew up in Belo Horizonte and lived for 30 years in Rio de Janeiro, a city she left behind to take refuge in a paradise among the mountains of Petropolis. Noga met her American husband Alan Sklar in 2004, through the American Jewish dating site JDate. This meeting gave new impetus to her life and literary career, inspiring her first novel, “No degrees of separation” (to be published in English in 2016. She now lives in Greenville, SC, US, where she moved with her husband in October 2014.
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