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On July 23rd, Donald Trumps red-white-and-navy-blue Boeing 757 touched down in Laredo, Texas, where the temperature was climbing to a hundred and four degrees. In 1976, the Times introduced Trump, then a little-known builder, to readers as a publicity shy wunderkind who looks ever so much like Robert Redford, and quoted an admiring observation from the architect Der Scutt: That Donald, he could sell sand to the Arabs. Over the years, Trump honed a performers ear for the needs of his audience. He starred in The Apprentice for fourteen seasons, cultivating a lordly persona and a squint that combined Clint Eastwood on the high plains and Derek Zoolander on the runway. Once he emerged as the early front-runner for the Republican Presidential nomination, this summer, his airport comings and goings posed a delicate staging issue: a rogue wind off the tarmac could render his comb-over fully erect in front of the campaign paparazzi. So, in Laredo, Trump débuted a protective innovation: a baseball hat adorned with a campaign slogan that he recycled from Ronald Reagans 1980 run for the White HouseMake America Great Again! The headwear, which had the rigid façade and the braided rope of a cruise-ship giveaway, added an expeditionary element to the days outfit, of blazer, pale slacks, golf shoeswell suited for a mission that he was describing as one of great personal risk. I may never see you again, but were going to do it, he told Fox News on the eve of the Texas visit.
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What accounts for Donald Trumps political moment? How did a real campaign emerge from a proposition so ludicrous that an episode of The Simpsons once used a Trump Presidency as the conceit for a dystopian future? The candidate himself is an unrewarding source of answers. Plumbing Trumps psyche is as productive as asking American Pharoah, the winner of the Triple Crown, why he runs. The point is what happens when he does.
In New Hampshire, where voters pride themselves on being unimpressed, Fred Rice, a Republican state representative, arrived at a Trump rally in the beach town of Hampton on an August evening, and found people waiting patiently in a two-hour line that stretched a quarter of a mile down the street. Never seen that at a political event before, he said. Other Republicans offer canned bullshit, Rice went on. People have got so terribly annoyed and disenchanted and disenfranchised, really, by candidates who get up there, and all their stump speeches promise everything to everyone. By the nights end, Rice was sold. I heard echoes of Ronald Reagan, he told me, adding, If I had to vote today, I would vote for Trump.
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http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/08/31/the-fearful-and-the-frustrated
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(114,904 posts)The excerpts in the op don't reflect that. It's quite a long article. Here's more
After years of decline, the League has recently acquired a number of younger members, including Brad Griffin, a thirty-four-year-old who writes an influential blog under the name Hunter Wallace. Short and genial, he wore Top-Siders, khaki shorts, and a polo shirt. As we talked, Griffins eyes wandered to his two-year-old son, who was roaming nearby. Griffin told me that he embraced white nationalism after reading Patrick Buchanans Death of the West, which argued, in Griffins words, that all of the European peoples were dying out, their birthrates were low, and you had mass immigration and multiculturalism. Griffin once had high hopes for the Tea Party. They channelled all that rage into electing an impressive number of Republicans in the South, but then all they did was try to cut rich Republicans taxes and make life easier for billionaires! he said. It was all hijacked, and a classic example of how these right-wing movements emerge, and theyre misdirected into supporting the status quo.
Griffin had recently told his readers that his opinion of Donald Trump was soaring. He sees Trumps surge as a hostile takeover of the Republican Party. Hes blowing up their stage-managed dog-and-pony show. Griffin is repelled by big-money politics, so I asked why he spoke highly of Trump. Hes a billionaire, but all of these other little candidates are owned by their own little billionaires. He mentioned Sheldon Adelson and the Koch brothers. So I think Trump is independent.
The longer I stayed, the more I sensed that my fellow-attendees occupied a parallel universe in which white Americans face imminent demise, the South is preparing to depart the United States, and Donald Trump is going to be President. When Hill took the stage, he told his compatriots that the recent lowering of the Confederate flag was just the beginning. Soon, he warned, adopting the unspecified they, they will come for the monuments, battlefields, parks, cemeteries, street names, even the dead themselves. The crowd was on its feet, cheering him on. This, my friends, is cultural genocide, he said, adding, Often, as history has shown, cultural genocide is merely a prelude to physical genocide. I ducked out to catch a flight to Des Moines: Trump was speaking the next day in Iowa.