Lost in Candidate Trump’s “locker room talk” and the revelation that he’s a boastful sexual predator was the story that Trump still holds a public grudge against the Central Park Five, even though these young men of color were exonerated years ago. Trump has a history of racist words and actions: he spent time in court on charges his real estate company discriminated against blacks seeking rental properties. He launched his campaign on the idea that Mexicans are rapists, and he believed a judge should be taken off a case because he’s of Mexican descent. That should be enough to disqualify him from even running for President. I’m a food guy, though, so what also gets my goat is his belief that eating a taco salad on Cinco de Mayo is somehow a good way to recognize and honor Mexican culture. The taco salad is Tex Mex food, and I like Tex-Mex, but eating a taco salad seems more a way of honoring Texas than Mexico, or maybe his intent was to passively aggressively and deplorably dishonor Mexico on their day of celebration.
Based on last Friday’s revelations, Trump is a misogynist who treats women like meat. That’s deplorable, no argument, but I’m also concerned about how he likes to eat his meat. Trump prefers his steak “well-done, grilled to leathery brownness, sapped of all juice.” Our informal analysis suggests most people prefer steak medium rare, so Trump’s preference puts him out of step with the main stream. Well-done meat has also been correlated with dementia by the National Academy of Scientists, and well-done meat has been linked to prostate cancer in men. We can’t afford to put into the Oval Office a man who faces such health risks because of his food choices.
Though posing as a man of the people, Trump was born with a silver spoon, a dining utensil filled with strange chow. The Chicago Tribune recently reminded us that on “his outing…with Sarah Palin to the Famous Famiglia pizzeria in Times Square…Trump used a… knife and fork and ate only the toppings, a rare (and odd) elitist moment.” Trump gets a lot of support from people who were not born with his advantages but who have somehow put their faith in a guy who lives in a New York penthouse filled with golden furniture, more reminiscent of Louis XIV than a working class hero.
Trump is on record for loving Burger King and KFC, and a lot of that love has to do with cleanliness. “One bad hamburger,” Trump said, “and Wendy’s and all these other places are out of business. I like cleanliness, and I think you’re better off going there.” Walking through Oak Park Farmers’ Market, I see a lot of fresh, local food that Trump would probably be uncomfortable eating. As the New York Times reported, “In an era of…obsession with healthy ingredients, Mr. Trump is a throwback to an earlier, more carefree time in American eating, when nobody bothered to ask whether the tomatoes were locally grown.”
Going back to the old days of racism, misogyny and elitism is apparently what the candidate means by “making America great again.” Deplorable positions, of course. Add to that his food preferences, and there’s no way a reasonable person – or anyone who likes to eat – could vote for him.