I was working in my office in the Hotel across the street from the Capitol building in Michigan. Our guests were legislators.The Secret Service wanted to speak to me. George Wallace was coming town and he was staying with us. I lived at the hotel, too. “There will be a lot of security.” You bet there was. They were on the roofs of every building. Snipers. Rifles. Suits. People hated Wallace. I was one of them. I had Room Service serve him bad cold food. Our roof had the snipers, too. Trump is Wallace on steroids. No one shot Wallace on our watch or in our hotel. He gave his speech, spent the night, and left. Inflaming the town. Trump is the equivalent of George Wallace. His racism drips with a concomitant disease called dementia. The mouth works and the eyes are somewhere else. His messages to Springfield are rants. His point is himself. He brings with him his emotional luggage and cruelty matching the cruelty of the place they came from. Haitians were in the way. Security for Trump. They’re vulnerable. And Trump is hunting them down with his rhetoric of rage. After all of this, you have to ask the question: What will he throw at us when he loses. Is there anyone who thinks he will go away. But no. We know who he is and the dark shadows he brings with him to the next town, and the next town, and the next town. Call out the National Guard. Yet we just bumble along. When he starts his executions, who will be next. Will Americans tolerate this. Yes. Apathy is the real enemy.