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“More than anything, Trump was a demagogue—a thoroughly American type, familiar to us from novels like All the King’s Men and movies like Citizen Kane. “Trump is a creature native to our own style of government and therefore much more difficult to protect ourselves against,” the Yale political theorist Bryan Garsten wrote. “He is a demagogue, a popular leader who feeds on the hatred of elites that grows naturally in democratic soil.” A demagogue can become a tyrant, but the people put him there—the people who want to be fed fantasies and lies, the people who set themselves apart from and above their compatriots. So the question isn’t who Trump was, but who we are.”

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George Packer
George Packer

George Packer is an American journalist renowned for his in-depth investigative reporting and profound analysis of international politics. His work covers a wide range of topics from American domestic politics to global conflicts, including the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as American social issues. more

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