A great essay from the one member of the Trump clan that isn’t a greedy insane racist asshole.

Finding the light while grappling with what we’ve done

As an adult, I’ve never been much for celebrating the Fourth of July. Flag waving and other obvious displays of patriotism make me uncomfortable. This is likely because I was in college when Ronald Reagan was president and the Republican Party began its decades’ long project of co-opting patriotism, which in their iteration often crossed over into jingoism. Through deceit and repetition they managed to convince a not insignificant percentage of the population—with the assistance of corporate media and the increasingly influential right wing echo-chamber, that they represented “real” Americans—the white, the rural, the Christian, the intolerant—while painting the rest of us (even those of us who lived in a state that had been one of the thirteen original colonies) as anti-American interlopers who wanted to turn this great democracy into a Communist hellhole in which we sought—the horrors—to level the playing field.

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