Donald Trump has the foulest mouth and the dirtiest mind of anyone elected president.
Decency is dead.
Since his election, protesters have been chanting “Fu** Trump.”
Decency is dead.
At least the anger of the protesters makes sense. They are so shocked and so angry that they are seeking the most violent words possible. Violent words are less harmful than violent actions.
For me, the only reaction right now that makes sense is No Words. A Blackout on social media, #NoWords. Silence and Mourning. No arguing, no explanations, no justifications. No Words.
Obviously I’m breaking my own rule by writing these words right now. I want to get beyond the period of mourning, the wake of silence, and find a voice. You have to start somewhere. But my gut reaction for now remains No Words.
“If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it.” No Words.
“The next president of the United States of America is…” No Words.
“Mommy, what’s an immigrant?” No Words.
Someday soon I’ll find some words to place on my black sign. I’m waiting until they can be decent.
Action Number One
On Veteran’s Day, I rode my bike into central Washington, D.C. and walked around with my black sign with No Words. I tried to hear what the great presidents and the great monuments were trying to say. They gave me No Words.
I kept walking.
Sitting outside the new Trump International Hotel, just two blocks from the White House, I still felt too heavy to speak. But I did find an action.
I took my black sign with No Words and I walked around the hotel. In the back I found a construction area with a large dumpster. I took a photo of my sign, and then I tossed it into the dumpster.
I dumped my silence, my shock, my lack of words into one of Donald Trump’s very own trash cans. Now he owns it.
Trump will have to pay to have it removed. It’s the decent thing to do.