Mr. Trump: You put a price tag of $110 Billion on Jamal Khashoggi’s head. The Saudis bought it.
I watched you equivocate: “Well, it’s a different country. . . he wasn’t a citizen. . .”
I’ve seen you time and time again declaring that the press is an enemy of the state.
You declared that what goes on in other countries is their business, and theirs alone, green-lighting any kind of behavior (including murder) by ruthless, authoritarian leaders such as Mohammad Bin Salman.
The “deal” with MBS is transactional: We do nothing much in exchange for $112 Billion in arms sales, Kushner’s Cash, and whatever other money you made selling your apartments to the Saudis — who, as you remember, were the conduit/source of 9/11 money.
To you, everything is transactional: The Truth. Human Rights. The list is long and damning, peppered with the debris of people’s lives, their future, and our rights as Americans and humans.
All I can think of are the sometimes-overused words of German Lutheran pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984):
First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me — and there was no one left to speak for me.
These words are now the lyrics from “Trump Era: The Musical,” which features other songs such as “What is the price tag on our heads?”
So, Mr. Trump, as you entertained the bipolar Mr. West yesterday in that Clown Act in the Oval Office (and in the process, demeaned his mental illness), I ask you: What is the price tag on Mr. West’s head?
What was the price tag on Dr. Ford’s head? What was the price tag on others who spoke out? What is the price tag of the truth?
What’s the price tag on our heads? On my head? On the head of my children and grandchildren?
I’d like to know that now. I know it will be expensive and terrible.
Because one day all of us will have to pay the price for the Trump Dog and Pony Show, whose final number is a chorus: “And then they came for us.”