Mr. Trump ran on a political campaign that promised to build a wall, and he did. No, the wall was not along our southern border. It’s a wall much bigger than that. Mr. Trump built a wall that has divided us and pitted us against each other. We are no longer one nation, indivisible, and it is Mr. Trump’s wall that is to blame.
At the Freedom Ball to celebrate his inauguration as president, Mr. Trump remarked about his abrasive tweets and asked his audience if he should continue as president. His reply was “You know, the enemies keep saying, ‘oh, that’s terrible’, but, you know, it’s a way of bypassing dishonest media, right?” With a single comment, Mr. Trump extended his wall between those who voted for him and those that did not, those media outlets patronizing to him and those who were not.
Throughout his presidency, Mr. Trump has sought to divide us and pit us against each other, all for his own personal benefit. He attacks/mocks/denigrates Democrats, Republicans, American prisoners of war, Gold Star families, people with physical handicaps, and lately, survivors of sexual assault all in an orchestrated move to divide us, make us feel that we are each other’s enemy; each of us on one side of the wall or the other.
He promises to make America great again, despite his own personal history of not selecting American companies to manufacture his goods, not hiring American citizens to work at his resorts, and not being open and honest with the American people by revealing his tax returns.
Instead, he divides and distracts us with a wall that has weakened our nation and empowered his presidency, a presidency that serves not the American people, but the selfish whims of Mr. Trump.
What’s keeping America from being great again are the divisions sown by Mr. Trump, divisions that distract us from uniting as one, and building a nation where prosperity is shared by all those who work for it, not just those rich and powerful enough to take it.
And since I have no confidence that Mr. Trump will tear down this wall, I ask your help in doing so.
Ay me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
HAMLET
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion’s curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
Here is your husband; like a mildew’d ear,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?