Reckoning: (noun) 1) :the act or an instance of reckoning: such as a) :account, bill b) :computation c) :calculation of a ship’s position 2) :a settling of accounts 3) :a summing up —-Merriam-Webster Dictionary
In her first book “Too Much and Never Enough”, Mary L. Trump, Ph.D. wrote the only true and worthwhile expose on Donald Trump worth reading. Much of this was due to the fact that she is a relative of Donald’s, one who has seen him behind closed doors and without cameras on him 24-7.
No one else can call him “Uncle Donald”. No one else has ever come as close as she has ever been to the real Donald. This is why her book never came across as a blatant hit-piece. Indeed, in some parts, Mary seemed genuinely mournful about Donald’s horrible upbringing and the emotional abuse he suffered under his parents, Mary’s grandparents.
Her examination of her uncle’s damaged psyche never comes across as being solely motivated by hatred or vindictiveness. (Well, not totally anyway. She does have a lawsuit still pending against him and the rest of Trump’s family for millions that she claims were taken from her after her father’s death. A little vindictiveness probably wouldn’t be too surprising.) On the contrary, she laments the relationship (strained, dysfunctional, and toxic as it is) between herself and her uncle and wishes it had been better.
Mary’s new book “The Reckoning” is surprising in its straightforwardness and levelheadedness. Yes, there is an edge to it. Mary occasionally lets slip an outrage that I think most Americans can relate to in regards to her uncle’s catastrophic presidency. Still, for the most part, it’s well-reasoned and balanced.
It’s short, too. At only 178 pages, Mary articulates one of the simplest and most logical arguments for Reparations for black Americans I have ever read.
What’s her argument? It’s nicely summed up in the William Faulkner quote: “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
In a nutshell: the entire United States is currently suffering from a collective Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder after four years of Trump, culminating in a global pandemic and the first armed insurrection of the Capitol Building since the War of 1812.
But, she adds, our history of traumatizing events extends as far back as the early colonial era, where a campaign of genocide against Native Americans became domestic policy and the horrifying practice of slavery continued under the presidencies of numerous Founding Fathers until the Civil War, which, unfortunately, was not the end of racism in this country. Racists just learned how to find loopholes in a flawed system.
As for lack of accountability in our leaders: Trump certainly wasn’t the first president to get a free pass for atrocious behavior and actions that would get you or me arrested. Having political power in this country means never having to say you’re sorry, literally. And it’s been that way since Day One. The history of the United States is a history of no accountability.
The main take-away from this book is that the U.S. is still a racist country. Donald didn’t re-invent racism, but his blatant racist and white nationalist statements and policies certainly helped to re-ignite a conflagration that was never really extinguished in the first place.
She writes, “If we’re told that we need to “speak truth” only about the past, it implies we can be complacent about the present. When our leaders tell us that America is not a racist country, whether the motive is malicious or well-intentioned, the wrong people are emboldened and the rest of us are demoralized. Making that claim puts a wrench in the wheels of progress, to the extent they were even turning. It gives the side that is comfortable with the stars quo permission not to do the very hard work of self-reflection, while the rest of us wonder what the hell it will take to gain enough momentum for real change to happen. If we can acknowledge there is systemic racism, then by what logic can we posit that the country governed by that system is somehow free of its racism? And if America isn’t a racist country, then what does that word even mean? (p. 171)”