The Wizarding World of Donald Trump

Steve Russell

I’ve spent a lot of time paying attention to tribal governments and it’s frustrating for an advocate of tribal sovereignty. “Traditional” is a shibboleth that must get lip service, but observing tradition is at best a complex shell game.

If it means before First Contact and we all could agree on what the practice was in that slice of time, I’m not sure why our 16th century solutions are any better for 21st century problems than the 16th century tribal solutions on display in Afghanistan. Those were different times and we are all different peoples.

In the U.S., patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel. On the rez, it’s tradition. I take “scoundrel” to mean somebody in politics for self-seeking purposes. Many of the verbal twists and turns scoundrels take when running for cover come out not just anachronistic, but childish.

So I read all these tribal newspapers about who is doing what to whom and I get to feeling really badly about our inability to govern. This election season, I feel better. Not because our governments suddenly got smarter but because the colonial government has driven off a Cliff of Dumb and is tumbling ass over elbows through a Valley of Ridiculous.

This has given U.S. voters a choice between the two most unpopular politicians in the country. Each one is the only candidate weak enough to give the other a chance of winning.

The following bit of childish claptrap was posted on my Facebook page and kicked off a lot of discussion. I wanted to wave clenched fists in the air while screaming, “Grow up! Are you really old enough to vote? Maybe we should take another look at that voting age question.”

I’m going to paste the item here with names redacted except for public figures and then say what I should have said in the first place:

Name Redacted.

July 28 at 9:44 pm · Portland, OR 

I’m not Voting for Clinton.

It has nothing to do with her views. It really doesn’t even matter about all the laws she broke.

It’s because She actually talked to me once. Almost a sentence. But first, some background.

Being a K9 handler in the Military I got to do a few details involving Distinguished Visitors. Mostly Generals, DOD Officials, and Secretaries of Defense. I was lucky enough to pull two awesome details. George W Bush, and Obama.

GW looked at me, said “Man, who’d you piss off” high fived me, and continued on. I was climbing down from a catwalk I stood on for 4 hours with nothing but Dust and a radio to keep me company. The radio died early on. It was pretty sweet.

Obama, as he was walking out to his plane in Turkey, said “What the hell kind of dog is that?!” In reference to Suli.

One of my Last details was for Hillary when she was Secretary of State. She was in Turkey for whatever reason. I helped with sweeps of her DV Quarters and staff vehicles. Her words to me?

“Get that fucking dog away from me.” Then she turns to her Security Detail and berates them up and down about why that animal was in her quarters. For the next 20 minutes while I sit there waiting to be released she lays into her detail, slamming the door in their faces when she’s done. The Detail lead walks over apologizes and releases me. I apologize to him for getting him in trouble. His words “Happens every day, Brother”

Hillary doesn’t care about anyone but Hillary.

Now, there are plenty of reasons on the face of this to question the veracity, but I don’t care. I don’t think all the above is true, but I’m perfectly willing to assume that it is. There is nothing in it that in grownup political discourse makes it worth contesting the facts.

I should mention that much of what I’m about to say is a belated recognition that my late second wife, Donna Mobley, was correct about a lot of things I used to dispute.

Donna was a lobbyist in the Texas Legislature. At various times, she was trying to get laws written to suit Common Cause of Texas, the Texas Civil Liberties Union, and the State Ethics Commission.

These are not organizations that have much appeal to the average Texas legislator and none of the organizations gave her an entertainment budget. More likely she’d be the one trying to mooch a free meal off the legislators rather than grabbing their tabs.

Donna used to say, “No permanent friends; no permanent enemies.” Publicly and somewhat belatedly, I say she’s right—but only if you are interested in making the system work.

If your interest is in blowing government up, shutting it down, or reducing government to a size where it can be drowned in the bath water, then her insight does not help you.

I came by to get her from work late one day and saw her having a conversation with a very powerful lobbyist who environmentalists used to call the Prince of Darkness. It was so intense I knew better than to interrupt.

After he went on his way, I walked over and asked her what she was plotting with the Prince of Darkness. He was, at the time, the head of a serious lobbying presence by the American Petroleum Institute.

She told me to watch my mouth and that she was trying to get him to help spring an ethics bill from a committee where it had been languishing for so long it was beginning to match the wallpaper.

“What does the API care about that bill?”

“Nothing,” she said, “and if I went around referring to him as the Prince of Darkness I would not be in a position to be asking him a favor.”

She knew and I knew and, hell, everybody knew that if the API lobbyist told that committee chair to jump then he would jump and ask how high on the way up.

The next day, the bill was out of committee.

Another time, she mentioned that a very powerful lobbyist (not as powerful as the Prince) had groped her in the small elevator to the legislative offices. She interrupted my hissy fit to say that she didn’t want me to do anything and she would not have told me if she thought I was that childish.

She had put him off in a manner that I would think he would feel like a fool to ever make a sexual overture to her again. If it had been me, I would already have felt like a fool, but groping was never my idea of how to get a woman’s attention.

He did some things for her that session and he even sent me a campaign contribution the next time I had a contested race. I would have sent it back but that would really have pissed off Donna.

Grownups don’t do politics to make friends, but they know making enemies is counterproductive. The “product” that interests you is law and policy or you are in the wrong place. If the product you are there to accomplish is not more important than how you feel about this or that player, you need to quit the game before you mess it up for somebody serious.

You are not there to reward your friends, punish your enemies, or stoke your ego. You are there to change the lives of people you will never meet and if you did they would likely not understand what you did.

Over the years, I’ve come to recognize that most politicians—whether I’ve loved or hated them—have certain issues always near and dear, a life agenda that never goes away. For Hillary Clinton, that would be the welfare of children. For Bernie Sanders, that would be fair distribution of society’s benefits.

Figuring out Chris Christie was a real challenge until I heard him tell a story about a law school classmate whose life fell apart. I’m now convinced his issue is addiction treatment.

For me, it’s class mobility—that every other Indian kid from the boonies has a shot at the kind of fairy tale life I have had thanks to government’s role in keeping the doors of opportunity propped open.

You can do all kinds of business with others outside their core interests. If you can give their core interests a boost without compromising yours, most recipients of that kindness will not forget it.

I worked a number of peon jobs at the famous hippie honkytonk Armadillo World Headquarters to get though school. We peons on the staff had very strong opinions about the big stars we saw more intimately than you see them on stage.

Some of them were the sweetest human beings you would ever be privileged to know: Willie Nelson, Linda Ronstadt, Fats Domino, and Mance Lipscomb were always all “please and thank you.” Some others, not so much.

Well, guess what? Politicians are the same. They are salt of the earth or assholes and each could pass for the other on a particular day. But it’s not about them and it’s not about you.

If you cast your vote based on how you feel about a candidate rather than based on what you expect them to accomplish, Mr. Trump has a plan to make U.S. government as dysfunctional as any tribal government. His plan would give Indians a comfortable feeling of superiority and relieve non-Indians from having to learn complicated stuff.

Just close your eyes, click your heels together, and utter the magic words, “Make America Great Again!” But, whatever you do, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

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David Odell's picture
I have seen selfless people do horrible things to help their people. I see that as a draw. The scales are tipped when a selfish person does horrible things for self profit. The frequency of the selfless person doing wonderful things for their people is minimized by the corruption within our system. This is hard to notice for people working in the system. The quotes from the man with the dog, seem credible to me, although minimally important. My own experiences in the military were very “Forest Gumpish” as people who work details can be sometimes. Determining motivations of a skilled politician can be quite difficult. I would be attentive to the small details that are reported by those who interact with folks at a time of “low concern” when liars let their guard down. When they think a person does not matter, it is a time of opportunity for the observer. That an entire group of lawmakers can ignore the glaring inconsistencies of the 9/11 narrative , is the product of the system of favors and begging. For people who are trying to figure out if behind the curtain , is better than , or worse than, what we see in public, it is far, far worse. I am sorry to report. Patriotsquestion9/11 list of military comments should be sufficient , but somehow it is not. Do flippant remarks made in passing have any merit ? Not usually, but sometimes they can be more truthful than anything from behind a microphone. There has been a somewhat silent effort to root out the Evangelical apocalypse crowd from the military command and control. The things they say in passing, are horrifying. Mix in self aggrandized importance, monetary comfort, and insulation from the very laws they make, and we have a toxic system incapable of producing a caring leadership. We are down to turd polish.
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Emeritus Professor Dr. Jacob A.O. Larsen, after a lifetime of researching and studying Democracy, concluded that, by a slight edge, the type of Democracy where ordinary citizens were allowed to vote, was the best form of Democracy. For non-Indian American citizens that is likely correct. Turning to American Indians, is not our Traditional beliefs as practiced by our Ancestors, that allowed Indian Peoples to thrive on Turtle Island for perhaps as long as sixty thousand years, before the Iron Age met the Stone Age, not superior to the Euro/American ways? Is not the world of Spirit the very heart of Indianness? Should not our Traditional People be given respect for continuing our Sacred beliefs through these dark times? Is it not the guidance of The Great Spirit that we request and honor?

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