Women’s Marches and the Clown Show
Sunday, January 22nd, 2017 @ 9:20AM
Clown show were the first words that popped into my mind when I learned that Donald J. Trump would be the next President of the United States. As a longtime New York City dweller, I know Mr. Trump better than most of the folk in middle America who voted for change. I knew what was coming. After watching women and men marching throughout the nation and the world, I wanted to focus on the incredibly positive and powerful energy that emanated from those demonstrations. I wanted to march but planning for Social Work on the Hill Day and our Student Advocacy Day has me chained to my computer. So, I witnessed the unfolding of these marches in real time. It was amazing. The news commentators—as I—were astounded as the numbers kept growing.
I started my day reading news accounts about Mr. Trump’s inauguration which I could not watch. I call him Mr. Trump because I cannot yet put the words President and Trump together. I read newspaper accounts about his dark and gloomy portrayal of the country. I read that it must have been extremely uncomfortable for the four ex-Presidents to sit and listen about how dreadful were the years they had stewardship of the nation’s well-being. Mr. Trump and Mr. Trump alone will save us and make America great again. He will vanquish our enemies in and out of government who are lurking to deliver the death blow. Yes, America, we should be very afraid and must do as Mr. Trump says or the end is near.
Reading accounts of Mr. Trump’s inaugural address reminded me that we had gone eight years without waking up afraid each day. Prior to President Barack Obama, the Bush administration would use the terror alert to remind us that our enemies were plotting our demise. Every morning I would check my email, check the weather, and look to see what the terror alert was. How afraid should I be today? Is it yellow, orange? Strangely, it seemed to always go up just before elections. I suspect terror alerts will be returning soon.
The beauty of yesterday’s demonstrations was that fear was not the motivation. As woman after woman was asked if she was marching in fear of what the Trump administration will bring, each asserted that her participation in marches had little to do with Mr. Trump. Most if not all stated they were marching to affirm their place as women in this society. They wanted Mr. Trump and everyone else to know that just because women won the right to vote, we are not yet a post-sexist society. Misogyny still exists and they plan to be vigilant with the Narcissist in Chief. They want him to know that while he fooled enough people to win the White House and will fool some of the people all the time, he cannot fool all the people all the time. This is where you cue up the Who song, “We Won’t Get Fooled Again.”
Juxtaposed to the magnificent display of woman power were the actions of the little man in the White House who trotted out his press secretary to tell the media—who he kept waiting for more than an hour—that they nor the American people were to believe their lying eyes because his inauguration had drawn the largest crowd in history, period! The man is the President of the United States and on his first day in office, he orders his press secretary to go before the media pool and chastise them for lying about how many people DID NOT show up for his swearing-in. The clown show has begun. I am not a fan of Sean Spicer but I have nothing but pity for him if this is what his life is going to be in the coming months or for as long as he chooses to be Mr. Trump’s mouthpiece.
I liken Mr. Trump’s ego to the plant in Little Shop of Horrors who incessantly moaned: “Feed me Seymour, feed me.” The man’s desire for attention is insatiable. He visited the Central Intelligence Agency yesterday and spoke before an audience that laughed and applauded the Donald to his delight. Press secretary Sean Spicer used that visit to reprimand the media that they had lied about Mr. Trump’s strained relationship with the intelligence community. What he failed to say was his boss spoke to a cherry-picked audience—you had to request a ticket. The clown show is in full stride.