As they scurry away to the swamps of Ravenna, the enemies of the Trumpening are grabbing at anything that can reassure them of their own moral superiority at such a dark, dark moment in their lives (spoiler alert: It gets darker for them still). This clip has been one of the more prominently displayed of their recently discovered holy relics:
Trump never said anything critical of blacks during the campaign. He did better among blacks than Romney or McCain did even with the entire media complex and a black president aligned against him.
Trump's theme was very clearly American vs non-American, and the assertion that the good of the former should be the driving factor in how the government deals with the latter. It's ridiculous how difficult it is for many people to grasp this, but it was plain from the beginning.
That said, there is no time for this lugubrious, mawkish crap.
Where was Van Jones when NFL teams, politicians (both Democrat and Republican--we're looking at you, Rand), celebrities, the attorney general, and the media establishment were putting their hands up in imitation of Michael Brown's totally fictitious "hands up, don't shoot"? The only thing Brown used his hands for was punching Darrin Wilson and trying to take his gun.
Explain to your kids how an innocent white man doing a dangerous job in an impeccably professional manner has had to drop off the face of the earth because the powers that be wanted to turn a criminal into an angel and a decent, salt-of-the-earth middle American into a sacrificial lamb for the sake of Who? Whom?
Wilson is emblematic of why working-class white men, the only demographic in the country without a single group that stands up for them, came out more than 3-to-1 in favor of Donald "I am your voice" Trump.