The press publishes the news. When Trump doesn’t like the news, he calls it fake news. He has recently graduated the term to, wait for it, the enemy of the people. Surely, Trump never heard of Ibsen, but the phrase sounds jingoistic, and so the guy who claimed bone spurs five times to avoid the Vietnam draft, is attaching himself to this phrase as a macho battle cry, and doing so with repetitive fervor.
Truth isn’t anyone’s enemy, except for the liar or hypocrite.
Ibsen wrote the play An Enemy Of The People in 1882, responding to criticism he received for his previous play Ghosts. Ghosts challenged the hypocrisy of Victorian morality, and Victorians didn’t like it.
Today, the press isn’t challenging the White House. The press is presenting the news: Sobbing children who have been ripped away from their parent’s arms and hundreds that may never be reunited with their mother or father. That isn’t fake. But because the children are brown, they don’t matter to Trump. He is the enemy of brown people.
Though Trump may attempt to reduce the press as fake or as an enemy, he genuflects, taking a knee, before Vladimir Putin.
“Come to my house.”
“No thanks. You come here.”
And so goes the leader of the free world: pulled around by the nose. That isn't fake news. And why is Trump so buddy, buddy with Putin? The same guy who shot down a passenger plane over Ukraine? The guy who invaded Ukraine and annexed Crimea, and poisoned a Russian journalist having tea at the Millennium Hotel in London?
His name isn’t Putin for nothing. Putin put Trump in the White House. Metaphorically speaking, Putin had his thumb on the election scale. And Putin’s still at it. Russian hackers unsuccessfully tried to hack into Missouri Senator Claire McCaskill’s campaign office. McCaskill didn’t take a knee to Putin. She didn’t invite Putin to her house. She called Putin a bully and a thug. Those are cojones!
The only relationship Trump could have to an Ibsen play would be as the manipulative Hedda Gabler.
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