The Inuit and Donald Trump....

The Inuit and Donald Trump....

I am listening to an Inuit tribal member talking about Trump's plan to drill within the Arctic Circle. She keeps talking about dreaming of fracking and drilling in "my ocean." You may be surprised to learn that she does not mean that the Ocean belongs to her...she means that it belongs to her people. I cannot really think of a greater contrast between the world view of the Inuit and that of Donald Trump. For Trump the dominant force us the individual who gains control over the resources of the area...for the Inuit individual ownership is strange and the land is owned by the people. Traditional tribal outlook even in these days depends upon a concept of stewardess....for Donald Trump it is ownership and mastery.

 Many whose political and philosophical outlook starts with Smith and Locke won't understand this. Individual ownership is a relatively new idea. Martin Buber would describe this as the difference between the I Thou relationship of the Inuit, that argues for stewardship and preservation of environment, ecology and maintenance of the animal and the plants: for Trump it is an "I It' relationship of use and mastery and purpose h wish to dominate. Looking at Temps outlook we can see how he does this to the trophy wife, his comments in women and his asset stripping approach to business. If the Inuit are the alpha of sustainabiity and subsidiarity then Trump is the omega of the process. Two different contrasting policies confront one another, symbolically, philosophically and in worldview. Trump would not even recognise the paradigm of the Inuit, he has not the ability, intellect or desire to do so. ..

I look at the nightmares of the Inuit, of their incomprehension , and of their stewardship of the earth. I look at the President, and the arrogance of Steve Banner and the bastards of the alt right in all their ignorant assumptions and I heave within at these straw men....yuk..these are Nietzche"s last men and they don't even know what I am talking about....oh well we reach Pontardawe and the X50 is nearly empty...

https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/buber/