George Graham

Angry White Men


I read this morning that white women are turning against Trump. Really? They’re finally abandoning the oaf who bragged about sexually assaulting them? The foul-mouthed champion of political incorrectness?

I don’t think many white women – or women of any ethnic background – would want someone like Trump as a guest in their homes. Yet they helped put him in the White House.

Why, I wonder. I know some of the older women just vote the way their husbands tell them to. And I know some older women couldn’t bring themselves to vote for a female president. But I have no idea what made younger women – white, black, Hispanic, Asian or whatever – vote for a man like Trump.

I think I know why white men – many of them anyway – stand with him, though.

They think they deserve special privilege. A reserved seat at the front of the bus.

Brought up by indulgent mothers who waited on them hand and foot and humored their every whim, these males grew into spoiled bullies.

But as America and the world changed, as white skin gradually lost its allure and the Mighty Phallus lost its magic, they  found themselves less indulged, their bad behavior no longer tolerated.

You will read about such sedate concerns as dwindling job opportunities and reverse discrimination by universities but I bet a lot of white males are really mad at the loss of their right to be rude.

They lost their “boys-will-be-boys” pass to tell off-color jokes in mixed company, use racial slurs as supposedly good-natured teasing and boisterously grab female companions by any part of the anatomy they fancy.

Society became less willing to “take a joke.”

Trump’s candidacy was a call to arms for those white men who yearned for the “good old days” of male privilege.

They’re still standing with Trump, I notice. But they’re relics of a bygone age, desperately shouting defiance as their ship slowly sinks.

Good riddance, boys. It was not nice knowing you.

About the author


I am a Jamaican-born writer who has lived and worked in Canada and the United States. I live in Lakeland, Florida with my wife, Sandra, our three cats and two dogs. I like to play golf and enjoy our garden, even though it's a lot of work. Since retiring from newspaper reporting I've written a few books. I also write a monthly column for