I try not to be overtly political. Anyone who reads this blog, or my Twitter, knows that I’m a liberal and I have no great fondness for the current administration. Anyone who talks to me knows that I had high hopes the orange-tinted blowhard – who has been systematically rejected by the New York society he wished so desperately to join – would not be welcomed into the White House on a tide of nationalistic, protectionist, and isolationist sentiment. Those who know me know that I sighed the night of the election, and I have sighed every day since.
However, despite all of that, I smile and say “I hope he does well, and I hope his presidency is a successful and prosperous one.” Because despite political or ideological affiliations, I’m an American first and foremost, and despite my misgivings about Mr. Trump I certainly do want good things to happen to this nation that I love.
Unfortunately, I’ve failed to realize that what I think of as “good things” are not the same things others think of as good. Like welcoming all those to our shores who seek a better life, a will to work, and the desire to become as American as you or I. I think that’s the bedrock of this great experiment, the “city on the hill” that Reagan spoke of, the poem on the base of the Statue of Liberty that overlooks the entryway into the very city that bred our current President: all those who wish to become a part of this dream, who wish to be a part of our country, who wish to make us smart and strong and profitable are welcome.
Apparently, Mr. Trump does not agree with me.