Dear MAGA,
As more of the atrocities and lies of Trump are uncovered, my heart goes out to the people who were fooled by him.
Like the charming, good-looking boyfriend, who seemed too good to be true, Trump came on the political scene. He made big promises and expressed anger that folks had not dared vocalize before. They wanted a group to blame their poverty and struggles on. He gave them voice.
Just rubbing shoulders with him made them feel wealthier. To some he was to be their sugar daddy. When his visions did not fully come about during the first round, they figured he just hadn’t had enough time. Their faith in him was so strong that some even crossed illegal lines with and for him.
Then the veils began to drop. First, he’d say one thing then another. Changing his mind right and left. Wait a minute. The promises didn’t follow through. Money that was promised never came.
Tariffs made groceries higher not lower. Some products even became not available. The plans he put into action cut the state budget, the school budget, the ecology budget, the highway budget, the aviation safety budget, etc. etc. Yet, he kept spending money on his toys and pleasures. He never asked Congress the legal approval on anything. Wait a minute.
If anyone said something against him, they were fired or threatened or both. Was that fair? And when his sordid activities in the past started showing up in the news, his charm sank more.
Then your lawn mower crew disappeared. Your kid’s friend got picked up at school by masked men. The neighbors are frightened just because they are not lily white skinned. They know no questions are asked. People are simply hauled away.
The neighboring farm can’t get help and is watching his produce wither away in the fields. And ICE wants to invade any town it can with an animal cage institution.
This isn’t what was promised.
Before my brother died, he was totally bewildered and confused. What news do I listen to, he asked. My sister-in-law has cried because she voted for Trump. My husband has a cousin that nobody talks to anymore.
Okay, so you were fooled. You aren’t the only one and it’s happened to folks before.
I always remember what my mother’s friend Ann said. She was German and raised during World War II.
She joined the Nazi Youth Group. It was the patriotic thing to do. At the time, it felt like joining the Girl Scouts. But then it turned ugly. They were tricked, misled, uninformed.
But today is a new day. A clearer day.
We can Make America Sane Again.
We forgive you.
Let’s start with what we do agree upon and go from there.
With love and hope,
Lindy Cady