By Lola Renegade | June 10, 2025
In 2017, the political spirit of George Wallace slithered into the Oval Office in the person of Donald J. Trump. And in 2025, thanks to voter suppression, disinformation, and a morally bankrupt Republican Party, it has returned. A cadre of predators from every sphere—an unlimited number of felons, misogynists, and undeniable dolts—has joined him again, eager to wield power, undermine democracy, and profit from America’s unraveling.
Trump is the literal and figurative reincarnation of Wallace in every meaningful way—rhetorically, ideologically, and strategically—he is Wallace’s heir. The Devil’s proxies now rule America once more, their mission unchanged: to sow division, weaponize hate, and derail this nation’s fragile pursuit of justice and democracy.
Trump has always been the monosyllabic turd in the punch bowl of American democracy. The stench is unmistakable. The rot is plain to see. And yet, the Republican Party—with eyes wide open—keeps ladling out another cup to drink and insisting the rest of us should do the same.
America is not the greatest country in the world. It can’t be. Their demonic actions have dragged America backward—not merely into a third-world state, but a fourth-world nation, where truth is mutilated, justice is auctioned off, cruelty is exalted as virtue, and the White House is for sale to anyone who will line Trump’s pockets.
Under Trump’s rule, his acolytes have sunk so low they could walk under a snake’s belly without touching it. And they do so proudly—grinning, gaslighting, and daring anyone to call it what it is: the moral collapse of a political movement, and a dangerous infection in the embryonic soul of America.
When George Wallace stood on the steps of the Alabama Capitol in 1963 and bellowed, “Segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever,” he became the face of white resistance to progress—a slick-talking, anti-intellectual, and violence-stoking avatar of American apartheid.
For decades, many Americans comforted themselves that Wallace and his kind had been consigned to history’s dustbin. But history, it turns out, is no graveyard. It is a recycling bin for America’s degenerates and never-ending syndicated horror shows.
Wallace built his career by stoking white resentment amid the victories of the civil rights movement. Trump surfs a similar tide, fueled by the demographic shifts of the 21st century and white backlash to the Obama presidency.
Where Wallace denounced “pointy-headed intellectuals who can’t park their bicycles straight,” Trump demonizes scientists, historians, and anyone with the courage to speak truth. Where Wallace called federal judges “tyrants in robes,” Trump demands a judiciary that bends only to his will.
This strain of anti-intellectualism is no accident. It is a core strategy of authoritarians: inflame the passions of the mob, vilify expertise, and dumb down the electorate so lies can thrive.
Wallace’s rallies were notorious for violence against civil rights protesters. Trump’s rallies are their modern-day equivalent—sites of hate and intimidation. When Trump told his crowds “Knock the crap out of them, I’ll pay the legal fees,” the echo of Wallace’s era was unmistakable.
Both men understood the power of cruelty as spectacle. Their movements are not about governance but about grievance. Not about policy but about punishing the vulnerable and dissenting voices.
Let us speak plainly: Trump is an incompetent, dangerous idiot. His first term left a trail of mismanagement, from the botched COVID-19 response to countless assaults on basic governance. But in Trump’s America, competence is not a prerequisite for higher offices. Obedience and cruelty are their currencies of power.
Incompetence becomes a weapon when government agencies are gutted, expertise is driven out, and public trust is corroded. Wallace pioneered this playbook in Alabama. Trump has brought it to Washington on steroids.
And let us not forget the other enablers. Many of the women in Trump’s orbit are today’s Carolyn Bryants—the lying, preening enablers of racist violence. It was Bryant’s false accusations that led to the brutal lynching of 14-year-old Emmett Till. Today, women in MAGA hats, racist media personalities, and political spouses perform the same role: lying, gaslighting, and seeking the approval of Satan’s spawns—their husbands, their political masters, their toxic movement.
Their lies fuel an ecosystem of conspiracy, cruelty, and chaos. And they do it with performative piety and crocodile tears, as if history has taught nothing.
This is not leadership. It is surrender to the darkest impulses of our national character.
This is no ordinary presidency. It is a test of whether America’s democratic experiment can survive its most brazen modern threat.
George Wallace ultimately expressed regret for his sins. Trump boasts of his—and vows to commit more.
But this is bigger than Trump alone. It is about an American political tradition we thought we had buried. Instead, we find it resurgent, emboldened, and sitting once again in the seat of power.
The Devil’s proxies now strut openly through our government, our media, and our public life. The question is whether the American people, in their multiracial, moral majority, will rise with greater resolve than ever before.
Our democracy—and the sacred memory of every child like Emmett Till—demands nothing less.
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