Psychodynamics of Archetypal Wimp-Shaming in the Trump-Nazi Construct

In the 1970s, I opened my heart to an understanding of the Holocaust.  I traveled around Poland in 1975, taking various conveyances or simply walking toward the darkness, some places marked in remembrance and most hoping to be forgotten.  I stood before the ovens at Auschwitz.  I encountered a drunken man who squired me through the Jewish Cemetery in Warsaw.  It was an awful bog of forsaken headstones slumping helplessly upon each other.

Neither history student nor tourist, mine was not a carefully planned trip.  The people I encountered living under communist tyranny stared at the way I was dressed – not because it was immodest, but because it was different.  The closest I got to Treblinka was a dank roadhouse.  When I tried to communicate the purpose of my travels, nobody would speak to me or even look at me.

Now I will describe the shards of a nightmare, but it really happened.  I have never written this, and almost never spoken of it in 40 years.

I was walking down a main street in Warsaw.  The area was where the Jewish ghetto had been.  There was a Soviet-style apartment house, a gray people-storage box of a building.  Next to it an area was being excavated, I assumed for construction.  Perhaps I paused there because it was a bit of open space and there were children playing.  As I sat there, I noticed a bone.  I mindlessly picked it up – there were some dogs in the area who I assumed had buried it.  Then I noticed another and another.  Soon my lap was full of human bones, and I was holding a small jawbone in my hand.  I did not know what to do.

I felt so guilty – surely I should tell someone about this, contact some Jewish organization.  But I was afraid.  I had a brush with authority on a previous trip to the Soviet Union when I slipped away from the tour guide.  Though it was permissible to travel alone in Poland, I was still afraid.  I was a 23-year-old girl, in a communist country, traveling haltingly as if blindfolded.  I couldn't operate their phones.  I dug through the area around me and collected the bones, scooped out a resting place for the interment, drew a Jewish Star in the earth, and prayed over the grave.  As I stayed there, my surroundings withdrew, and I saw the souls as in a Chagall painting.  Floating, bright, they spoke to me in a warm, Jewish way, as if to say, "What's to worry?  We are fine, we are free."

Clear-eyed and undeluded, I support Donald Trump.  I do not look to him to save America.  The federal government is the problem, not the solution, and I fear that the America Trump hopes to restore is gone.  I think that the affluence and technologies that obviated this Republic should now be used to create an intra-national economic secession and social apartheid to reconstitute a new nation under God.  And every day I am abused and insulted in the most ferocious language for supporting Trump.  It is being likened to a Nazi, to the monsters who starved and murdered the people whose bones I held, that prompts this psychoanalysis.

Pondering the voices calling Trump and his supporters Nazis, I noticed they are mainly right-wing and male.  Glenn Beck called me "[b]eyond anything I have seen ... Trump supporters are rude, vile and nasty."  He ranted that Trump is "grooming brownshirts."  Charles Koch characterized Trump's statements on restricting Muslim immigration and focusing on the Muslim community for information on terrorism "[w]hat Nazi Germany would do."

Nazi-calling, especially by right-wing wealthy men, may reflect an unconscious psychodynamic.  Trump epitomizes the Jungian warrior archetype to a degree unseen in politics in this author's lifetime.  The warrior archetype unconsciously threatens and humiliates effete masculine psychology, in which animus or masculine energy has been systematically and relentlessly crushed in American males for 60 years.  Nazism itself is an extreme hatred arising from unconscious projected weakness.  The Trump-Nazi construct parallels that psychology.  The reluctance to risk their own lives and the denigration of the real working warriors, of police and military, is a defense mechanism to protect against "wimp-shame."

For 60 years, warrior instinctualism has been celebrated in females and destroyed in males.  This unnatural and humiliating psychology causes unconscious wimp-shame.  Trump's extreme warrior archetypy inflames it.

Jung theorized two levels of the unconscious mind: the personal unconscious, which is the grist of individual psychotherapy, and the deeper instinctual unconscious of universal archetypy.  Archetypy lives in the psyche and is also universally recognizable in the external world.  Jung called archetypy in the world psychoid archetypy.  Trump's overpowering warrior psychoid archetypy evokes unconscious shame in people who have lost confidence in themselves and lost the will to fight for America.

The masculine warrior in his fullness is the model of disciplined aggression.  He is fighting for a cause, not for himself.  Every day is do or die.  He is vigorous and energetic, and the discipline of his aggression frees him from fear of enemies.  His is loyal because he knows he cannot win without the loyalty of comrades.  The warrior is emotionally detached, a pattern rejected in this world of the new sensitive male.  The warrior does not hate the enemies of his cause – in fact, he respects and even loves them as worthy adversaries.  Whether the warrior is noble or ignoble depends on whether the cause he is fighting for is just.

The ingratitude of the left inoculates them against wimp-shame.  They are proud to let somebody else fight and die for them while devaluing the police and military who do so.  In that sense, they are shame-less.  It is the wealthy, effete right wing that is most threatened by Trump's aggression – and psychologically powerless to say no to Obama's illegal diktats.

Trump is not a Nazi; he is a throwback.  He resembles a late 1950s Democrat – if John Kennedy had not been taken in death but placed in a spaceship for 53 years and, upon returning to America, was informed that millions of mostly poor and ill-educated people were invading America, demanding welfare, and taking the jobs of Americans.  And by the way, the national debt is $20 trillion with a bullet.  What would Kennedy do?  He would fight for the USA as Trump is promising to do.

I feel exactly opposite to the Nazi-callers of the right and the left.  What I like most about Donald Trump is his warrior archetypy.  His insults are delicious, and nutritious for America, too!  It is positively joyful to hear him make a mockery out of soul-killing political correctness.  His example of coming out swinging every day is a tonic, and I believe that it will energize us for what lies ahead.

It would take another civil war to restore the United States, and that is not going to happen.  The divisions are not primarily economic or geographical; they are spiritual and moral, which are addressed poorly through war.  We are on the verge of a radical redefinition of nationalism into sub-national values and viewpoint communities, which is why I am proposing the JCUA.  The heart of the righteous American warrior, the useful and grateful American, is healthy.  As we reconstitute ourselves under God, in the name of the Jews who died in the Warsaw ghetto and whose bones I held, bandying the term Nazi against patriotic Americans must stop.

In the 1970s, I opened my heart to an understanding of the Holocaust.  I traveled around Poland in 1975, taking various conveyances or simply walking toward the darkness, some places marked in remembrance and most hoping to be forgotten.  I stood before the ovens at Auschwitz.  I encountered a drunken man who squired me through the Jewish Cemetery in Warsaw.  It was an awful bog of forsaken headstones slumping helplessly upon each other.

Neither history student nor tourist, mine was not a carefully planned trip.  The people I encountered living under communist tyranny stared at the way I was dressed – not because it was immodest, but because it was different.  The closest I got to Treblinka was a dank roadhouse.  When I tried to communicate the purpose of my travels, nobody would speak to me or even look at me.

Now I will describe the shards of a nightmare, but it really happened.  I have never written this, and almost never spoken of it in 40 years.

I was walking down a main street in Warsaw.  The area was where the Jewish ghetto had been.  There was a Soviet-style apartment house, a gray people-storage box of a building.  Next to it an area was being excavated, I assumed for construction.  Perhaps I paused there because it was a bit of open space and there were children playing.  As I sat there, I noticed a bone.  I mindlessly picked it up – there were some dogs in the area who I assumed had buried it.  Then I noticed another and another.  Soon my lap was full of human bones, and I was holding a small jawbone in my hand.  I did not know what to do.

I felt so guilty – surely I should tell someone about this, contact some Jewish organization.  But I was afraid.  I had a brush with authority on a previous trip to the Soviet Union when I slipped away from the tour guide.  Though it was permissible to travel alone in Poland, I was still afraid.  I was a 23-year-old girl, in a communist country, traveling haltingly as if blindfolded.  I couldn't operate their phones.  I dug through the area around me and collected the bones, scooped out a resting place for the interment, drew a Jewish Star in the earth, and prayed over the grave.  As I stayed there, my surroundings withdrew, and I saw the souls as in a Chagall painting.  Floating, bright, they spoke to me in a warm, Jewish way, as if to say, "What's to worry?  We are fine, we are free."

Clear-eyed and undeluded, I support Donald Trump.  I do not look to him to save America.  The federal government is the problem, not the solution, and I fear that the America Trump hopes to restore is gone.  I think that the affluence and technologies that obviated this Republic should now be used to create an intra-national economic secession and social apartheid to reconstitute a new nation under God.  And every day I am abused and insulted in the most ferocious language for supporting Trump.  It is being likened to a Nazi, to the monsters who starved and murdered the people whose bones I held, that prompts this psychoanalysis.

Pondering the voices calling Trump and his supporters Nazis, I noticed they are mainly right-wing and male.  Glenn Beck called me "[b]eyond anything I have seen ... Trump supporters are rude, vile and nasty."  He ranted that Trump is "grooming brownshirts."  Charles Koch characterized Trump's statements on restricting Muslim immigration and focusing on the Muslim community for information on terrorism "[w]hat Nazi Germany would do."

Nazi-calling, especially by right-wing wealthy men, may reflect an unconscious psychodynamic.  Trump epitomizes the Jungian warrior archetype to a degree unseen in politics in this author's lifetime.  The warrior archetype unconsciously threatens and humiliates effete masculine psychology, in which animus or masculine energy has been systematically and relentlessly crushed in American males for 60 years.  Nazism itself is an extreme hatred arising from unconscious projected weakness.  The Trump-Nazi construct parallels that psychology.  The reluctance to risk their own lives and the denigration of the real working warriors, of police and military, is a defense mechanism to protect against "wimp-shame."

For 60 years, warrior instinctualism has been celebrated in females and destroyed in males.  This unnatural and humiliating psychology causes unconscious wimp-shame.  Trump's extreme warrior archetypy inflames it.

Jung theorized two levels of the unconscious mind: the personal unconscious, which is the grist of individual psychotherapy, and the deeper instinctual unconscious of universal archetypy.  Archetypy lives in the psyche and is also universally recognizable in the external world.  Jung called archetypy in the world psychoid archetypy.  Trump's overpowering warrior psychoid archetypy evokes unconscious shame in people who have lost confidence in themselves and lost the will to fight for America.

The masculine warrior in his fullness is the model of disciplined aggression.  He is fighting for a cause, not for himself.  Every day is do or die.  He is vigorous and energetic, and the discipline of his aggression frees him from fear of enemies.  His is loyal because he knows he cannot win without the loyalty of comrades.  The warrior is emotionally detached, a pattern rejected in this world of the new sensitive male.  The warrior does not hate the enemies of his cause – in fact, he respects and even loves them as worthy adversaries.  Whether the warrior is noble or ignoble depends on whether the cause he is fighting for is just.

The ingratitude of the left inoculates them against wimp-shame.  They are proud to let somebody else fight and die for them while devaluing the police and military who do so.  In that sense, they are shame-less.  It is the wealthy, effete right wing that is most threatened by Trump's aggression – and psychologically powerless to say no to Obama's illegal diktats.

Trump is not a Nazi; he is a throwback.  He resembles a late 1950s Democrat – if John Kennedy had not been taken in death but placed in a spaceship for 53 years and, upon returning to America, was informed that millions of mostly poor and ill-educated people were invading America, demanding welfare, and taking the jobs of Americans.  And by the way, the national debt is $20 trillion with a bullet.  What would Kennedy do?  He would fight for the USA as Trump is promising to do.

I feel exactly opposite to the Nazi-callers of the right and the left.  What I like most about Donald Trump is his warrior archetypy.  His insults are delicious, and nutritious for America, too!  It is positively joyful to hear him make a mockery out of soul-killing political correctness.  His example of coming out swinging every day is a tonic, and I believe that it will energize us for what lies ahead.

It would take another civil war to restore the United States, and that is not going to happen.  The divisions are not primarily economic or geographical; they are spiritual and moral, which are addressed poorly through war.  We are on the verge of a radical redefinition of nationalism into sub-national values and viewpoint communities, which is why I am proposing the JCUA.  The heart of the righteous American warrior, the useful and grateful American, is healthy.  As we reconstitute ourselves under God, in the name of the Jews who died in the Warsaw ghetto and whose bones I held, bandying the term Nazi against patriotic Americans must stop.