“Well, I think that a lot of people were very badly treated,” Trump replied. “White people were very badly treated, where they did extremely well and they were not invited to go into a university or a college.”
Donald J. Trump
We’ve been so inundated by the current news cycle that I didn’t have the will, or the energy, to write my usual Friday rant. The cruelty has been relentless. The pace intentional. The overload strategic.
From Keith Porter, a Black man murdered by an off-duty ICE agent for firing a gun into the air on New Year’s Eve — a long-standing, illegal but rarely a fatalized offense, much like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Shooting into the air is not punishable by death. Ever.
ICE agents are not law enforcement. They are immigration enforcement. Keith Porter was an American citizen. He was killed with a “service” weapon while the agent was off duty. So who exactly was being served? White authority? Or the long tradition of policing Black bodies on sight?
To Renee Nicole Good, who I did write about, I think we are forgetting that these people who are masked and armed to the teeth are only there to enforce ONE law, they should not be wearing Police on their uniforms, they are not here to serve and protect. This administration is trying to goad you into a fight that you can win because they got billions in their bullshit bill, so the people are outgunned if they chose to rise up. So don’t, yet.
“Well, I think that a lot of people were very badly treated.”
This is how the lie always begins — with vagueness. No names. No policies. No history. Just a foggy sense of grievance meant to feel true without being provable. When everything is “very badly treated,” nothing is accountable. This isn’t empathy. Its cover.
“White people were very badly treated…”
This is not analysis. It’s inversion.
White people were not “treated.” They were centered. Subsidized. Protected. Advanced by systems that excluded others by design. What Trump calls mistreatment is the first moment in American history where whiteness was no longer an automatic credential.
Trump is so comfortable now that he’s not hiding the racism, the neo-Nazi language, the talking point for their recruitment propaganda. An open invitation to the closet racists and white nationalist to come out.
The gays hid out of fear.
The racist hid waiting for the “South to rise again.”
It’s no longer just the South.
That clarion call also reaches the ears of the soft white nationalists — the ones who quietly blame Black people for their lack of success, their stalled lives, their unmet expectations. The ones who don’t understand how education works. An invitation doesn’t mean charity. It means you were the best. The top. The most qualified.
We were told we have to work twice as hard to get half as far, so we did and now you can’t overcome it with whiteness. Now you want to call foul.
Let’s talk about harm.
White people were harmed very badly — by their own mediocrity, cushioned for generations by the color of their skin instead of the content of their character. There was no “correction” in the Civil Rights Movement. There was no rollback of effort on our part. We just kept getting better.
“…and they were not invited to go into a university or a college.”
This is the most dangerous lie in the sentence.
Universities do not “invite” people out of sympathy. They select. They rank. They assess. An invitation is not charity — it is confirmation that you were among the best.
What Trump is really saying is this:
I expected admission because I am white.
Not because of excellence.
Not because of preparation.
Not because of achievement.
Whiteness used to be the invitation. Now it is just a trait.
You relied on whiteness.
You had a 400-year head start on this continent. An insurmountable lead. So you jogged. Then you walked. Then you stopped — confident we couldn’t catch up. Too arrogant to recognize that we were not only faster, but smarter than you ever imagined.
You told us what the American Dream was, convinced for some reason that we couldn’t achieve it. Now you’re mad that we did. And worse — that some of us surpassed your current station. Every time you set a bar we jump over it.
You were certain that even the lowest among you was still better than the best Black man. And now you stand flabbergasted, staring at evidence that you are not.
You still believe there’s time to fix it.
Here’s the part he can’t say out loud:
You were only comfortable when Black people stayed in the lanes you approved — running a ball, lifting something heavy, entertaining you, or providing rhythm for your culture while remaining silent everywhere else.
You loved us on the field. You tolerated us on the stage. You feared us in the classroom.
You resented us in the boardroom.
“Shut up and dribble” was never about sports. It was a command. A boundary. A ceiling.
Run fast.
Jump high.
Make us money.
Don’t think.
Don’t lead.
Don’t compete where ideas, power, and access live.
The playing field was never level. The difference is — we always knew it. Your mistake was thinking the incline was too steep for us to climb.
You got to keep your whiteness. It was the gold standard. What you didn’t count on was us wanting to keep our Blackness too. Our Black excellence. Our Black pride.
And the biggest blow of all?
You thought we were stupid.
You got complacent.
And that — that is the real stupidity.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes…
