Scrap

An older African-American man pushes a shopping cart through the streets. It is filled with aluminum cans, scrap metal and who knows what else. I see him occasionally and think that he does an important job that in a small way stems the tide of the careless and thoughtless way we trash our environment.

But then I think that he is really more important than all the Trump businesses. They pump out unneeded luxury—hotels, office buildings, clubs, steaks, wine—that only serves the rich, helps people acquire false status and, in the end, is only about personal wealth.

In reality, I’d much rather meet that African-American man and thank him for his work than even be in the room with DT.