A Ship Called Dignity

Nothing has disappointed me more about the astonishing ascension to power of Donald Trump than the accompanying white power sentiment that has followed it. Trump has become a rallying call for white middle aged men and women everywhere, and not just those that had a penchant towards conservatism or blatant outright racism in the past. No, Trump seems to have reverberated with the middle of the road middle class and become a poster boy for even the meekest slightly left of centre man in the street to find his or her inner fascist voice. Rewind a year or two, and DT was a bit of a joke. His brash flip flopping political aspirations were akin to references of President Schwarzenegger in movies like Demolition Man, somewhat of a nod to Americas fascination with celebrity but never a serious consideration in the hard knock Washington political scene (frankly he still isn’t). Ratings of his show The Apprentice seemed to fortify the more he played up to the role of the ultimate p

The elders tell a story of a boy who was born not to a king or a noble man, but to a lowly shepherd in the fields. This child was not pretty, and he was not clever. In fact he seemed to perform poorly at almost every task he was given. As time went on and he got older, the teachers began to lose all hope that this boy would learn to even be a man, and so they left him to his own devices. At a very young age he left his schooling, and sat in the field with the other herders, tending the tribal sheep as his father had done before him. Nobody seemed to notice that although he had been forgotten by the elders, he very much had the ear of his peers. He would sit and speak of becoming the most powerful chief in the land, and all the lands beyond. While the adults dismissed his stories as the workings of the active imagination of a child, he easily convinced his fellows in the fields that his ambitions were not only a possibility, but that they were an absolute certainty. And