Stories of the wealthy never interest me unless they have a mysterious, ageless cousin who’s really a vampire. Unfortunately fantasy can’t save us from the reality of a once great nation that’s now crumbling. As I wrote earlier on this particular book, we already know, at some level, what it says. Mary L. Trump, who alone has courage among her family, exposes quite a lot in Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man. There’s no point in ascribing blame for deeds done. I also fear there’s no hope that justice will ever be served in this case. Dysfunctional families are all too real and all too common. Some of the traits (but none of the money) from Fred Trump’s cruelty were as familiar to me as my own childhood. A powerful, overbearing stepfather riddled with a sense of his own inadequacy, taking it out in his own empire within the walls of his house. The damaged children it leaves behind, each struggling to cope in their own way.
The family Fred Trump raised was bound to become damaged goods. It is to the everlasting shame of the Republican Party that it could come up with no other viable candidate for the highest office in the land. Not so long ago I would’ve written “world,” by that day’s gone past us. Not only did “the party” accept his nomination, it has enabled him, as Mary Trump shows, every step of the way. Knowing that something is deeply wrong—that more people will have to die in this country of Covid-19 than anywhere else, just to stoke one man’s ego—and refusing to act should be a sin in anybody’s book. Who still emerges as his defender? The Evangelical. This mess is so convoluted that it will take historians (presuming anyone survives it) decades to try to unravel it. That’s because nobody in the GOP has any empathy for those already born. Strange form of “Christianity,” that.
This book is a depressing read. Still, I’m glad I did it. Not that it will change much. Those who are psychologically like Trump, incapable of distinguishing truth from fiction, will say it’s all lies. You can always play that card. There are facts, however, and they are recorded. Those who are able to weigh evidence know (and already knew) that a dangerous man had been coddled by a dangerous party that puts self-interest over nation. You know, I think there may be a vampire in this story after all, but I just don’t have the heart to look any further.
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