National Review’s Jihad Against Trump

One line near the beginning of National Review’s issue-wide blistering of Donald Trump revealed for me the subconscious motive behind the enterprise: “He and Bernie Sanders have shared more than funky outer-borough accents.”

Ah, I thought, a dog whistle to the cognoscenti. The real problem with Donald is that he grew up in Queens, not Manhattan or Greenwich. He might have been “to the manor born,” but it was the wrong manor.  Ted Cruz missed his target.  Those aren’t “New York values.”  It’s those tacky “outer-borough values.”

Yes, I know the NR editors and their contributors dealt with many more substantive manners, some of which are of genuine concern, but that sentence, buried in a parenthesis in only the second paragraph of the lead editorial “Against Trump,” said more to me of their feelings about Donald than everything else combined.  He’s vulgar.  He’s not one of us.  Even more, he doesn’t need us.

  • Norman_In_New_York

    Specifically, Trump grew up in Jamaica Estates, an enclave of near-mansions adjacent to St. John’s University.

  • Kit Ingoldby

    The more these cuckservatives attack Trump the more I like him.