HOUSE OVERSIGHT 026789 I never feel like less of an American than when the richest people abandon the poorest. I never feel like less of an American than when a President lies, and his supporters applaud. Sometimes it takes the experience of shame to galvanize change, and this is such a time. Having lived too long on the self-image of "America is the greatest, richest, most powerful country in the world," we produced Trumpism, which has shattered that image. It's been a traumatic experience. Mature adults are supposed to be resilient in the face of difficult challenges, but a person can bend only so far. That's why one sees an outraged Resistance, moving from "He's not my President" to "Is this even my country?" If as we often hear, America isn't a place on the map but an idea, the idea is in trouble. Every day I'm reminded of Sinclair Lewis's 1935 novel, It Can Happen Here, which imagined the election of a Fascist to the presidency. As tumultuous as the Thirties were, fascism didn't happen here. In fact, the New Deal and the inception of a social safety net came about. But reactionary forces simmer away when they aren't at a boil. Who would have thought that the leader of the House in 2018 wants to weaken the social safety net by "saving" Social Security and Medicare? A survey of 117 historians recently ranked Donald Trump the worst President in history, which seems right after only one year in office. But what makes me feel like less of an American is knowing that 40% of my fellow citizens love and approve of him, who have reservations, yes, but overall want his agenda to move ahead. In the daily fire hose of presidential offenses, little attention was paid to the revelation by Reince Priebus, former White House chief of staff, that however chaotic this Presidency looked from the outside, it was worse on the inside--fifty times worse. Trumpism is the product of collective consciousness, and although one hears about "the wisdom of crowds," but