Excellent history. Here’s a teaser:

“It just happens to be that the Donald’s father, Fred happened to get arrested during a march of the Ku Klux Klan in New York in 1927 while dressed as a Klansman. Imagine that.”

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Long before President Trump was elected President and uttered the wordsShithole countries”in slandering the people of Haiti as well as African nations; long before he said that there were “very good people” among the new-Nazis and White Supremacists at Charlottesville; but not before he had made disparaging comments about Mexicans and began talking about making “Mexico pay for a border wall,” I wrote about his penchant for obvious racist terminology and tactics.

I trace that terminology and tactics back to a movement long before Trump was ever thought of, in fact to a time when his German immigrant ancestors were scorned and hated because of their ethnicity. That being said his immigrant grandfather made a small fortune in the Pacific Northwest and the Klondike Gold Rush mostly catering to prospectors and women of ill-repute. Like many immigrants the man was incredibly successful; he…

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    • Very interesting, thank you. Here’s an English translation of the first part of that article:

      A winemaking village in the Palatinate is becoming the focus of the world’s public. The grandfather of Donald Trump is from Kallstadt. Out of consideration for big cousin Fritz, the Kallstadt residents don’t blasphemy too loudly.
      No, he says he hasn’t yet congratulated Donald Trump on his election victory. Nor does he sound like the news is pleased for him. On the contrary, Jörg Dörr is annoyed, severely annoyed. Dörr is head of the Freinsheim/German Wine Route holiday region.
      That includes Kallstadt, a winegrower’s village that looks the way the mean American Germany imagines. 1200 inhabitants, many wine bars, a paradise for friends of Saumel. Kallstadt does not have a five-star hotel, but 300 beds in more or less luxurious hostels. And for several months now, among the tourists are also journalists, especially those from the USA. CNN was already there, the “Wall Street Journal” and all the major daily newspapers in general.
      This is no coincidence. In Kallstadt stands the cradle of the Trumps. It’s an eish-colored house with a forest roof and small windows. Residents, a couple, now prefer to allow the curtains to the street. In 1869, Friedrich Trump, the grandfather of the new US president, was born in this house. “Fred,” as he later called himself, learned hairdresser but didn’t find a job. To work in the winery of his parents, he had no desire for it. His older sister, Katharina, had found her fortune in America, in the land of unlimited possibilities. Fred was 16 when he followed her. Gold fanned in Alaska.
      But alas, the job was even tougher than the grape harvest. No job for Fred. He preferred to smear the workers, Stullen. He settled into gold nuggets, and the gold nuggets swapped his sister for plots in New York. At that time, they were almost gifted. On Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, the clan bought what came to his fingertop. It was a bit like being in the Monopoly. Background in front to the castle alley.
      Kallstadt passed the laughter
      Now the grandson of Donald is US president, one of the most powerful men on earth. And in Kallstadt, the day after, you don’t really know whether to rejoice or scare about this news. Jörg Dörr from the Tourist Association sounds rather shocked.
      He says what most in Kallstadt think. That the place on the famous Wine Route is a pearl. Cosmopolitan, hospitable and tolerant. All traits you haven’t been able to say to Donald Trump so far. Most people only know him from television, even Fritz, his big cousin.
      A guy with a comical Fiffi on his head who always looks a bit like dressed up in slips and suit. A comedian, that was the first impression. But the laughter passed away to the Kallstadt residents as he pulmed off his agenda. When he announced he wanted to build a wall to Mexico. As he poked fun at women, gay people and the disabled.
      Jörg Dörr speaks of “polarizing campaign appearances.” And he hovers around the bush when asked why he still shies away from marketing the village as a new dream destination for American European tourists, as a rustic-romantic alternative to Neuschwanstein Castle.

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