Caroline Giuliani just published a piece in Vanity Fair in an open letter format. She explains what it’s like to try to talk to her father and what another four years of Donald Trump would mean. Here are a few paragraphs, and this is definitely one of those articles, that if you can read only one in full today, this should be it.
To anyone who feels overwhelmed or apathetic about this election, there is nothing I relate to more than desperation to escape corrosive political discourse. As a child, I saw firsthand the kind of cruel, selfish politics that Donald Trump has now inflicted on our country. It made me want to run as far away from them as possible. But trust me when I tell you: Running away does not solve the problem. We have to stand and fight. The only way to end this nightmare is to vote. There is hope on the horizon, but we’ll only grasp it if we elect Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.
Around the age of 12, I would occasionally get into debates with my father, probably before I was emotionally equipped to handle such carnage. It was disheartening to feel how little power I had to change his mind, no matter how logical and above-my-pay-grade my arguments were. He always found a way to justify his party line, whatever it was at the time. Even though he was considered socially moderate for a Republican back in the day, we still often butted heads. When I tried to explain my belief that you don’t get to be considered benevolent on LGBTQ+ rights just because you have gay friends but don’t support gay marriage, I distinctly remember him firing back with an intensity fit for an opposing politican rather than one’s child. To be clear, I’m not sharing this anecdote to complain or criticize. I had an extremely privileged childhood and am grateful for everything I was given, including real-world lessons and complicated experiences like these. The point is to illustrate one of the many reasons I have a fraught relationship with politics, like so many of us do.
Even when there was an occasional flash of connection in these disagreements with my dad, it felt like nothing changed for the better, so I would retreat again until another issue I couldn’t stay silent on surfaced. Over the years other subjects like racial sensitivity (or lack thereof), sexism, policing, and the social safety net have all risen to this boiling point in me. It felt important to speak my mind, and I’m glad we at least managed to communicate at all. But the chasm was painful nonetheless, and has gotten exponentially more so in Trump’s era of chest-thumping partisan tribalism. I imagine many Americans can relate to the helpless feeling this confrontation cycle created in me, but we are not helpless. I may not be able to change my father’s mind, but together, we can vote this toxic administration out of office.
Rudy Giuliani is a dinosaur. His latest gaffe was to accidentally upload a video to You Tube, which showed him mocking a Chinese accent. He’s totally oblivious to the fact that what he’s doing is racist and cliche. That’s his mind set. He is from another age.
The video has since been deleted, but the Daily Beast has it embedded in this story. This is who and what Giuliani has descended to, because, like his buddy Donald Trump, he refused to grow and change as the world did. Both of them are throwbacks to another time, that is long gone, and good riddance to it. Kudos to Caroline Giuliani for having the strength of character and insight from an early age to rebel against all of this and move beyond it. None of Trump’s children have.