My dad was a brilliant man who detested any whiff of fascism—not just for appearances’ sake, but because it was anathema to him. He hated bullies and I always thought he had a real instinct for sniffing them out.
Half my just-written eulogy is about him standing up to bullies in various courageous ways. Yet, the fact remains, he supported Trump. He thought Trump was the only one who could change things for the better. He believed reports that Trump is a very different person in private than his public persona (I countered that someone always makes that excuse for a bully). He thought the country was so far gone in so many ways that we needed a Trump. And he thought The Donald was what the political and corporate establishment (that word again) deserved.