Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Old Man Trump”

All I have to do is remember Trump’s words and deeds. Mom and Dad wouldn’t have allowed someone like that anywhere near our house. He brags about assaulting women, makes lurid remarks to young girls and he’s a bald-faced bigot. Game over. He’s not welcome.

But damn it, for the white lash, for the crime family that is the GOP and the ill-informed who are either bigots themselves or are OK aligning with bigots. (Personally, I think they’re all bigots.)

Woody Guthrie wrote the poem, Old Man Trump (Ryan Harvey put it to music in 2016), about daddy Freddy Trump in the early 1950s, when Donnie was a toddler. It’s ironic the name “Trump Tower” shows up in Guthrie’s lyrics referring to this rich racist who exercised Jim Crow type segregation on land he acquired through Federal loans, which Guthrie names “Trump Tower.” I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.

I’d have pity for the same kinds of salt–of-the-earth people who were screwed over by daddy Trump who voted for his son, but I don’t. There are victims and then there’s a willing slice of lemmings who so sorely lack personal reflection or intellectual curiosity, deferring to blaming or shaming others who are battling similar struggles in order feel superior to others. Whether you’re raised to hate others, seeped in right-wing hate radio or too ignorant for critical thought, I am leaving you suffering fools behind.

Lyrics in full:

“I suppose that Old Man Trump knows just how much racial hate
He stirred up in that bloodpot of human hearts
When he drawed that color line
Here at his Beach Haven family project

Beach Haven ain’t my home!
No, I just can’t pay this rent!
My money’s down the drain,
And my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower
Where no black folks come to roam,
No, no, Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain’t my home!

I’m calling out my welcome to you and your man both
Welcoming you here to Beach Haven
To love in any way you please and to have some kind of a decent place
To have your kids raised up in.

Beach Haven ain’t my home!
No, I just can’t pay this rent!
My money’s down the drain,
And my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower
Where no black folks come to roam,
No, no, Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain’t my home!”

We’re in a hell of a mess, people.

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