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Trump Clothing Hypocrisy

Posted in Trump with tags , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2017 by sorceressofthedark

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I’ll go for the best deals, clothing that I like and enjoy, I admit that. I shop a variety of stores, both online and in-person. I’ll tell you where I see deals and where I find them. I’m not a hypocrite and won’t tell you to only buy from one country.

My grandparents were immigrants to America. They traveled to this country on a boat, enduring hardships on the lower decks that I can’t even imagine and then were processed through Ellis Island. I’ve seen the pictures of what life was like for people who made those trips, who were forced to travel in conditions that were not necessarily safe or sanitary. But they did make it here.

My one grandmother who I did know and grow up with was 16 years old and traveled alone from her country. She was my heroine and always will be. I can’t imagine how a 16 year old girl could leave her family and travel to a new world to start her own life, but she did. She immediately began working, went to night-school to learn to read and write english.

She met a man, married and they had 8 children. My grandfather, who I never met, died at the age of 39. My grandmother went on to continue raising her family on her own. She owned her own home and kept it. She went on to sell that home and purchase another. She was never without, because she always saved her money. I loved her stories and adored her. I was so proud of her accomplishments.  She was such a fiercely independent woman of her time.

I was 19 and she was 81 when she passed. That was one of the hardest days of my life. I had lost one of my best supporters, a woman who, one summer, when I was 9 years old and had come home on the last day of school before summer vacation, called me into her kitchen. She had a set of encyclopedias on the kitchen table. She told me her eyes were failing her, but she had purchased these books and really wanted to read them, but now what was she to do? Me, being the loving granddaughter, told her I had all summer to read them to her. She smiled and said that would be lovely, and said I might as well start with Volume A. And so I did. It took me most of the summer, but I completed all the volumes, from A-Z.

It took me years to figure out that Gramma’s eyes weren’t failing her. She just knew I loved to read, she knew I had an insatiable diet for learning and she put the two together in a sneaky way. So at age 9 I read the entire set of encyclopedias to her because I thought my beloved Gramma couldn’t see to read, although she really could. She took the time that summer to just sit and listen to her 9 year old granddaughter read to her. Because she knew I was learning.

The love of a grandparent stretches beyond anything anyone can imagine. Her lie was one of love, one I could later forgive and always smile at, because I knew she had my best interests at heart. It wasn’t one of self-interest or made to hurt, it was made to help. How will the Trumps explain their lies to their grandchildren? Will money, business power and politics warm their grandchildren’s hearts as well and leave a smile of true happiness? Will they be proud of their grandparents accomplishments?

I am proud to be the grandchild of immigrants. I welcome people from other countries to my country. America is a melting pot, always has been and always should be. The Statue of Liberty stands at Ellis Island proclaiming “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” The torch lights the way to freedom, as many immigrants ran to the top of the deck to see it as their boat passed by the statue. It represented their new life. Donald Trump talks hypocrisy when he envisions his America. That is not my vision nor my America. statue-liberty-important_7f6472de18ed0a73

My America is one of freedom, hope and the right to speak without being afraid of the consequences. My America speaks to those who do not have these freedoms so we can help them. My America speaks truths, not lies. My America helps, not hurts. My America does not bully. My America is a land of opportunity, yes, but it is also a land of choice.



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