This is rather a lamentation for Melania Trump, because that
perverse analogy with which he is praised; which is negative, because it is
done to highlight the contrast with the first lady outgoing, Michelle Obama. Of
course, the first mistake was the hypocrisy of false Democratic liberalism,
which praised Michelle with those false values of glamor and beauty; to which
she could hardly obey, since beauty is a canon that bases its relativity on the
proportion of power that holds itself as a political class, and this is white.
No matter if it was the case of a black man's access to power, as the case with
Barack Obama, it was a false value; first, because being still the first black
president, was thus an exception and not the rule; but also, because it was not
even a black purity, but rather a dark-skinned white boy.
The treatment of Michelle Obama as an icon of glamor and
beauty seems then aimed at concealing this exceptionality; by which the false
liberalism conditioned that presidency of Barack Obama exactly to its capacity
to betray any aspiration of his race and even of his social origin, which is
popular. It is against that falsehood against which traditional racism reacted,
as a provocation; even more than because its own racist nature, because that
was the proof of the liberal fallacy, showing its fangs of corruption. Michelle
Obama is a great woman, because she got where she were despite not responding
to that absurd canon of beauty and glamor; not only that, but unlike her
husband, also maintained his personality throughout all that official position that
falls as a fatality; even if, unlike her husband, she had that consistency
because she had no choice, because as a woman she could not aspire to be seen
as the dark-skinned white boy.
Therefore, to think that Melania Trump returns to the White
House a tradition of glamor and class is laughable; especially since this has
never been a tradition, but a casual eruption, whose last episode was Nancy
Reagan and not Laura Busch, who was rather a normal woman; say even closer to
the camaraderie of Michelle than to Jacqueline's delicacy, even if she did not
dance. Even worse, the image of glamor offered by Melania is sad, because it is
the model of the catwalk; that is, the dress’s hanger without personality,
prepared to appear and not to be, the insubstantial woman. The same Jackie who
is said to remember was a woman of the world, who eventually worked as a
publisher of a magazine of relative importance; different from Melania, who —without
hearing the malicious comments— did not even have an important portfolio in his
modeling career, beyond some bold photos. Dare is not the problem, since
anything that contravenes conventional morality is good and substantial; It is
the way in which the eyes are closed to attribute her a personality that she does
not have, ignoring the price she pays for that image of glamor, exquisiteness
and power.
If Melania remembers Jackie, it is the Jackie Onassis and
not the Kennedy, the woman humiliated by a frustrated husband in his attempt to
penetrate the elites of traditional power; which is what allowed her to
interpose between Aristotle and the wonderful soprano and intense Maria Callas.
People forgive and justify Jackie in his attempt to secure the future of his
children, as if they had been threatened by hunger; and that’s not to criticize,
because in a cruel and ruthless world, everything is worth for just to breathe,
and nobody knows what that means. However, it is cruel that she has to use this
puerility and that her strength must be in that pretense of being weak; which
is why this is a lamentation, trying to embarrass the stupidity of the most
staunch racism and its consort, the superficiality.
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