The choice of Trump as president killed my mother

In her diary, November 9, of last year, my mother wrote in large letters for the first time. “That's right. When ola was with her, she was in a hospital bed. She had been in such a state of shock that she had lost the whale and had fallen down the stairs. That was hours ago that she dragged up to the phone to call an ambulance. She had broken her left hip. The following weeks were terrible. On December 14, my mother died.

I met my mother and Godmother for a Thai lunch. They met in Bangkok, where they lived 60 years ago. My god had lived in Bangkok and then Tokyo. Mother lived in Bangkok and then in Rome, and finally when I was nine months old, in Goldford. She had grown up on the west coast of Sweden. She had met my father on a hill of Heidelberg. She spoke fluently Swedish, English, German and Italian, and quite well French, knowing Thai everywhere. You probably know what she thought of Braxie.

I can hear you say Euro-elite. Citizens of nowhere who can change states the way cafes change. Well, it's not like that. My mother's father worked in a local newspaper. He died when my mother was 12 and her sister had only eight. Mother was up at four o'clock in the morning to work. She went to university on a scholarship and performed her four - year level for just two years. When he married my father, they lived in a garrison with a kitchen and common toilet until they found work elsewhere. When laws allowed her, she worked. She always worked. Even when she retired, she kept working. She also studied while working, and until she cared for her family. My mother believed in hard work. She believed in education and education.

The current president of the United States does not seem to believe in hard work. He seems to spend a few hours watching TV a day. Looks like you spend a few more hours fighting people on Twitter. And when I say he's fighting people, I'm just saying he's fighting people. Could it be funny to call one of the world's most dangerous people <x0litlet rock man”, especially when that man's hobby is to display his nuclear weapons?

It's not clear what Mr. Trump thinks about education, but we know he appointed as the secretary of education one who called public education “something to end”. We know he doesn't read. “I never did,” he said when he became a presidential candidate. We know he doesn't believe in experts because those “can't see the forests to get the trees”. We know he has a high IQ. We know that “ai has an awesome memory”. We know all of this because Donald Trump said they were real.

A year after he was elected president of the United States, we learned other things. We learned that he lied as far as the number of people were present at his inauguration. We've learned that he lies, in fact, a lot about everything he says. About 70% of the statements he made during his campaign turned out to be counterfeit by Polytifact.

We've learned that the facts that Trump doesn't like are “false news”. We have learned that policies like Muslim bans or withdrawal from the Paris agreement have been made regardless of evidence, in anger. We've learned Trump thinks the neo-Nazis are very good people. After a woman drowned, two African-American commentators were brought into the popular Trump channel, Fox News. One had to talk about the danger of erasing history. Instead, live, he wept. So did the woman who had to fight him but did not. When I saw what happened, I cried.

A year after my mother slipped down the stairs, all of this has already become normal. It's normal for the leader of the Western world to lie. It is normal for him to commit racist abuses, separate families, and offend the mothers of soldiers who fell to their homeland. It's normal for him to claim that he knew nothing about the Russian intervention in his choice of money or the lies of his friends. It is normal for people to say that we are living in times similar to the 1930 ' s, and others say that all of this is dramatic because the drama is already breaking the routine.

My mother was born in 1934. She grew up in a socialist democracy and was taught to believe in social-democracy. She believed in people's goodness. She opened the house to people from all over the world. When she came to live in this country, she immediately hated snobism and class systems, but she believed in government power to change things for the better.

I miss my mother more than I can say, but I'm glad she's not watching the news now. Lies. Boris Johnson handling the country's future in jest. Sexual molesters everywhere. And Donald Trump. Donald Trump, let me tell you on behalf of my mother: you may have won the elections, and you have launched a war against truth, justice and goodness, but you will not win with your lies. ) Guardian ) Periscope