The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces. – Marie Lu
The President Of The United States Should Not Wear A Mask
President Trump needs to exhibit strength and leadership in this crisis, he can’t do that from behind a mask.
By David Marcus for The Federalist. MAY 11, 2020.
On April 30, 1789, George Washington was inaugurated at Federal Hall on Wall Street in New York City. Today a statue of the father of our nation stands almost upon the exact spot. The 1883 depiction of Washington by John Quincy Adams Ward shows the hero of the Revolution staring out at the nation and the people he must now lead; his face is dressed in a look of determination. The image of the president matters, and that is why today President Trump should not be wearing a face mask in public.
Scolds have been on a rampage over the past few days regarding Trump’s unwillingness to don the face covering that has come to define our current moment of Chinese virus. Some, like Nancy Pelosi argue that Trump is setting a bad example for Americans; others say he is fueling a politicization of masks that harms public health. What Trump is really doing is projecting American strength and health at a time when strong leadership is needed.
The fact is that optics matter in politics and governance. One image can come to capture an entire politician or presidency. Gerald Ford falling down stairs or Michael Dukakis wearing an absurdly oversized tank helmet are but two famous examples. Is it reasonable or fair that these images came to define these men? Maybe not, but this isn’t about fairness, it’s about public perception.
An image of Donald Trump wearing a protective face mask while performing his duties, behind the Resolute Desk, or in the White House briefing room would be a searing image of weakness. It would signal that the United States is so powerless against this invisible enemy sprung from China that even its president must cower behind a mask. That simply should not happen.
Beyond the astonishingly awful optics of a president of the United States wearing a medical mask there is a practical reason for the commander in chief to forego them at public events. Masks are inimical to communication. Many of us have experienced the phenomenon of smiling at someone at the grocery store only to realize that the gesture is hidden and therefore unseen.
When the president is performing public duties one of the primary things he is doing is communicating with the country. To attempt to do so while wearing a mask would communicate only one thing, fear of the virus. A mask is never simply a mask; whether religious, theatrical, or mythical, a mask always fundamentally changes those who wear it.
There are two forces that must be brought to bear to fight any crisis like this virus, compliance and defiance. Americans have largely and wisely complied with lockdowns and stay-at-home orders thus far, but many are eager to defy irrational alarmism that cannot contemplate a return to normal life, one in which we may be in each others company again and see each other’s faces.
It is absolutely right for the President of the United States to model this defiance. Not a defiance of facts of science, but of the idea that this Chinese virus must fundamentally alter our lives and appearances forever. By bearing his face he sends a much needed gesture indicating that yes, we will get back to normal. Should Trump put on the mask he will never take it off. It will be the enduring image of his presidency, an image of defeat in the face of crisis.
In that year 1789, when George Washington stood aloft on the balcony of Federal Hall and became the nation’s first president an influenza epidemic was, as it happens, crippling New York City. But in the then capital of the country, James Madison labored away at the Bill of Rights, Alexander Hamilton fixated on the nation’s finances and the people of New York went about their business.
By the dictates of the current mood and moment, George Washington probably should have been wearing a mask as he swore to uphold the constitution. The statue on that spot today should hide his visage in the aim of public safety. But this is a thing we can scarcely imagine, nor should we wish to. This is a time when we need President Trump to exhibit strength, to help give the nation courage and perseverance, neither he, nor any other president, can effectively do that behind a mask.
Understanding Trump: The Day He Took Off His Mask
by Jon Katz for Bedlam Farm Journal. May 22, 2020
It was perhaps one of the most revealing and unguarded moments in the Trump Presidency. It happened Thursday; he was standing in a Ford Motor Plant in Michigan, surrounded by executives in masks.
He was not wearing a mask, dismissing the request as yet another plot by Democratic state officials to undermine him.
He had managed to make his decision about the mask the most important news in the world that day, all eyes upon him, even as the virus death toll soared past 100,000.
This is his genius, and the corruption of the institution we call the media, who follow him so eagerly.
Sometimes they are the unknowing enemy of the people.
When the very excited reporters crowded around him to ask why he wasn’t wearing a mask, he said, “I didn’t want you people in the press to see me with a mask on.” It was a startling admission for a President responding to a health crisis.
Once again, Trump had managed to manipulate the world around him while his feckless opponents flapped and crowed like birds on a telephone wire. But once again, we saw the child behind the mask.
I thought of those people choking to death on their respirators and dying alone in their hospital rooms. I wondered if this was the story they cared about the most on Thursday. I wondered at a leader who thought his mask was a more important story than they were.
Something inside of him, I thought, has been dead a long time.
At that moment, Trump was almost physically transformed into the young adolescent, showing off for his peers, an essential thing in the world being how things appeared, not how they are.
It felt like a Middle School moment to me, not a political one. But perhaps they are the same thing right now.
At this moment, Trump was riveting to me; he let us see his vulnerability, something most damaged and insecure men are unwilling to do.
Like most adolescents in middle school, he was afraid of being seen and ridiculed by a group of people he claimed to despise and always vilifies.
The leader of the Free World, amid an awful Pandemic, was worried about the press seeing him as giving in to them.
He couldn’t bear to be seen as human; this was the most important thing to him; this was worse than getting sick and dying. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and look into his eyes and plead, “hey, grow up!”
Or maybe the worst thing in the world for him was not being all over the news that night, sending another message to his real lovers, his followers.
In her landmark book Twins, British Analyst Dorothy Burlingham explores the life and consciousness of very young children who are ignored, mistreated, or emotionally abused by their parents (think Father Fred Trump, by all accounts a monster Dad).
The child, she writes, spends a lifetime searching for partners who will give him or her all of the attention, approval, love, and understanding he or she desires, and provide an escape from loneliness and solitude.
Before I sat down to write this piece, I read through several of Donald Trump’s latest tweetstorms, and I couldn’t help but think of Burlingham.
One of the reasons I find Donald Trump fascinating is that I was in therapy – including Freudian analysis – for 30 years for my mental illness, my brokenness.
I recognize this in others when I see it, and I connect with them on some level and understand them on another level. I think that is true of many, many people.
Our culture seems to embrace judgment and condemnation rather than empathy and understanding. But my lifelong journey into the dark side of the mind, and the wounds of a shattered childhood, left me wanting to understand people rather than merely hating them.
This is a gift to a journalist, but especially to a writer. If you don’t understand other people, you can never know yourself.
One thing I keep trying to explain to Trump-obsessed and angry people is that understanding him is not the same thing as condoning or even forgiving him. He has a genius for sure, at domination. He also has a gift for turning people to the dark side of emotions, which is where he lives.
Mental illness is a profound and transformative reality: we are a kind of secret society, we recognize one another and understand each other in a particular way.
I see Donald Trump in many ways the same way I see high-functioning addicts and alcoholics – they are often severely damaged and dysfunctional. Still, their brokenness often gives them great powers.
It is almost impossible to like them and forgive them, over and over again. The worst in them brings out the worst in us.
Donald Trump and I are quite different in many ways, but similar in one: we have both experienced mental illness. Perhaps the most significant difference between us is that I know it, and he doesn’t want to know it. And I sought help, and he doesn’t.
And that is a big deal. Because without help, mental illness can chew one up from the inside. I would not want to be in that man’s head.
Like many of Burlingham’s damaged children, he cannot bear to be criticized or admit error. The only people he can bear to be around are those who accept him unconditionally and show him their bellies, like submissive dogs.
In a sense, the tweets are not a choice for him, but a kind of addiction.
The voices in his head are there for all of us to see. Talk about being authentic.
To me, they are a scream in the night, a cry to his imaginary friends.
What I learned in my therapy was to admit mistakes, show my vulnerability, and broadcast my recovery out into the world. That left me with little to fear and nothing to hide. I wear a mask because I want to, and have been asked to. It’s pretty simple what grown-ups do.
Reading Twins and then Donald Trump’s tweets made Burlingham come alive:
“The child takes on imaginary animals (or people) as his intimate and beloved companion; subsequently, he is never separated from his friend, and in this way he overcomes loneliness.” This imaginary friend or friends offers the child what he is searching for: faithful love and unswerving devotion. There is nothing that this friend cannot understand; speech is entirely unnecessary, for understanding comes without words.” These “friends,” writes Burlingham, are a sometimes desperate attempt to substitute for the discarded and unloving family an uncritical but understanding, dumb, and always loving creature.”
Suddenly the tweets make sense to me.
Donald Trump has found his imaginary friends, millions, and millions of them. He doesn’t know them; they don’t know him.
But they are what he is searching for: faithful love and unswerving devotion. There is nothing his friends cannot understand about him, nothing they can’t forgive. Speech is entirely unnecessary; understanding comes without words.
He gives them unswerving devotion; they do the same for him. That is their bond.
John Bowlby, the famous psychiatrist who created attachment theory – a study of how early relationships between children and their parents create a template for their lives.
He found that people who behave like Trump were living out the theory of “ambivalent security.”
“To feel attached is to feel safe and secure. By contrast, an insecurely attached child may have a mixture of feelings towards their attachment figure: intense love and dependency, fear of rejection, irritability, and vigilance. One may theorize that their lack of security has aroused a simultaneous wish to be close and the angry determination to punish their attachment figure for the minutest sign of abandonment. It is though the insecurely attached person is saying to themselves: ‘cling as hard as you can to people – they are likely to abandon you; hang on to them and hurt them if they show signs of going away, then they may be less likely to do so.’”
Attachment needs wrote Bowlby, continue throughout life, and are rarely outgrown. The lack of attachment in early childhood leads to narcissistic disturbances of personality characterized by a desperate search for self-affirming friends, family members, and partners.
When these prove inadequate, says Bowlby, “as they inevitably will,” the person responds with “narcissistic rage and disappointment, which can not be dealt with in a productive or healing way.”
Attachment theory is relevant and straightforward: Where there is a secure attachment – Bowlby called it a “secure core state” – a person feels good about themselves and their capacity to be successful and productive. When the core state is insecure, “defensive strategies come into play.”
Donald Trump did not create our divided world; our divided world created him, and in many ways, made him inevitable. Demagogues arise when governments break their promises to people. But they don’t know how to govern or lead, only inflame and divide.
In this way, they inevitably fall.
In a sense, we needed Donald Trump to show us who we are and where we are as a nation. We were already broken and divided; we didn’t have to face up to it. Now we do. Now, at least, we know we have some choices to make.
Trump makes no sense to me on a political or realistic level. Since he is not rational, there is no sensible way for me to understand him completely. A good therapist will do that to you.
The ragings of the left and the right are the antithesis of understanding.
Almost no one in the world saw my illness or understood it.
At least, not until Maria appeared out of the mist to help guide me to a better place. I wouldn’t claim to be any better than Trump before I got help; I am not proud of my life.
As a result, Trump only makes sense to me on an emotional level. Anger and obsession did nothing for me, or the rest of the world.
I can’t relate to him as a President or Great Disrupter, only as a fellow human being, damaged like me, but so much more powerful. And so much more capable of inflicting pain and damage to the idea of democracy, in many ways the most vulnerable of systems.
Perhaps the most dangerous thing about Donald Trump as President is that nothing is real, every problem he faces is about him and his own broken life, his own insatiable needs, his ratings.
Bowlby called this “narcissistic rage.”
No one can love him enough; no one can praise him enough or be loyal enough; no one can heal him enough.
This is not an apology or defense of the man—quite the opposite in many ways. The point is that to understand Donald Trump is to defeat him. To hate Donald Trump is to join him and become just another follower in a different way.
Attention is his nourishment, his fuel. One shrink calls attention the narcissists desert.
I can’t relate to him in any other way than emotionally. He is a human being, deserving of the considerations he can’t or won’t give to other human beings.
As Andrew Cuomo demonstrated recently, Donald Trump can’t be changed or defeated on his own field. He is too powerful and too desperate. And none of his challengers know how to be as ruthless as he is, or wish to be.
All we can do is be better, keep to our faith, and beliefs. Hating him, paying so much attention to him, is a choice, not a moral obligation. And sometimes, a sickness.
There is a beautiful story in the Old Testament of the devil’s determination to get Job to betray God. God gives the devil permission to test Job.
In this parable, the devil is cynical and hateful and claims that God is elitist and fake; he is only righteous because he is wealthy and comfortable.
Satan claims to be a great disrupter; he undermines sincerity and honor and loyalty at every opportunity.
The devil is skilled in twisting the truth and making lies believable.
Satan tries to persuade Job that he would not worship God if God were not loyal to him in every way and always protected him. God, he says, is an elitist, wealthy and out of touch.
Job triumphs, in the end, the good guys win. He beat the devil by merely remaining faithful to himself and his beliefs.
The story, considered one of the best in the Old Testament, touches me because it is about the importance of choice. The chaos in our world is like a whirlwind; it sucks in the weak and the sensitive.
Pain is inevitable, but suffering is the choice.
I choose not to respond to Donald Trump by being him, or by being like him. I decided to turn that energy into good. I have no do not doubt that good and truth will prevail.
And that makes me feel good and sane, and grounded.
I don’t tell other people what to do, we all have to make our own choices.
Mine is the right one for me.