I find it interesting that for eight years the anti-Obama legions kept their eyes open at all times for signs that Barack Obama was “an angry black man.” If at any time, he showed the slightest impatience or raised his voice above a certain level, or spoke in something that could be thought to resemble black street English, the conservative punditry accused him of being an “angry black man.”
They had slightly better luck with the first lady Michele Obama, who seemed to have a slightly more volatile temperament than her famously self-controlled husband. The academic papers of her young womanhood were examined for any sign that she hated white people, hated America or sought radical revolution. Her statement in Milwaukee on Feb. 18, 2008, that “For the first time in my adult lifetime, I am really proud of my country,” was cited as proof that she hated white America.
That sentence was proof positive to millions of Obama detractors that we had somehow put into the White House a couple bent on destroying America, or at least the America we know and love. Every Obama association, no matter how ancient and no matter how thin — the Rev. Wright, Bill Ayes, Saul Alinsky — was routinely trotted out to prove that the president of the United States was a dangerous radical, and perhaps a treasonist.
Apparently, all black men are angry and violent. You can go to Harvard or Princeton, speak in perfect grammar, dress with great elegance, exhibit ceremonial decorum not seen in the White House since Jack and Jackie, write thoughtful and eloquent books (by yourself) and exhibit an analytical capacity that even Bill Clinton rarely exhibited and still be regarded by the yahoos as a Black Power radical likely to reveal his core rage at any moment. Apparently, you cannot be a black president of the United States unless you have built up no resentment about the historic and ongoing oppressions of White America, and never reveal anything but a sunny minstrel temperament.
Now, in 2016, we elect not just an angry white man, but an almost continuously angry white man.
I doubt that a day went by on the two-year campaign in which Donald Trump did not lash out at some one or some group. At times, he slavered in his rages. At times, he became incoherent as he tried to find words sufficient for the level of anger and denunciation he felt. From the podium he singled out individuals for ridicule and abuse. He heaped abuse on American war heroes, parents of young men fallen in America’s battles, journalists just doing their job, women who had tearfully and reluctantly confessed that he groped them in public.
When was the last time in American politics when a major candidate was so angry, so often, and with such a mean-spirited manner?
If you are a student of history, you can think of only two obvious examples. Remember in 1980, when Ronald Reagan was upset by the logistics of a Republican debate in New Hampshire? His face darkened, and he said, with unmistakable anger, “I am paying for this microphone?” The reason we all remember that minor incident is because it was essentially the only time the even-tempered, genial and happy Reagan ever lost his temper in public.
The only other modern politician worthy of comparison with Donald Trump is former Alabama Gov. George Wallace in the 1960s — with his famous leer and sneer — a vicious Southern racist whose every pronouncement during those years was “dripping with the words of ‘interposition’ and ‘nullification,’” as Martin Luther King Jr. put it.
Think about it. Barack Obama was routinely accused of being an angry black man, but he wasn’t. He was about as gracious a human being as you could ever put into the presidency (whether you like his policies or not). Donald Trump is perhaps the most angry man ever installed in the presidency.
Barack Obama had a great deal to be angry about: the history of American racism, oppression, racial profiling, segregation, lynching, belittlement. But he was invariably professional and often serene.
What does Donald Trump have to be angry about? He has always been one of the most mollycoddled, indulged and privileged of Americans, a man who can afford to install gold faucets in his homes. (Try as I might, I have never been able to find gold faucets at Home Depot).
Angry White Man with no reason to be angry: OK.
Gracious Black Man with plenty to be angry about, but beyond anger: Dangerous radical.
But as the far right likes to say, “I ain’t racist, ain’t no racism or prejudice in my body.