I still haven’t stopped shaking after last night’s attack. Standing at the White House podium, the president of the United States — the most powerful man in the world — launched a violent incursion against my friend Peter Doocy, the finest reporter in history. Doocy is a true professional — as good as they get. He is my brother, my friend, my colleague, my inspiration, my valentine, my muse. He is a light shining in the darkness, a petal of truth beneath a gloomy cloud of power, a luscious wave that breaks exquisitely onto the shore. Peter didn’t deserve to be called a “stupid son of a bitch.” Nobody in the media does. America is better than this. 👏 This. 👏 Is. 👏 Not. 👏 Normal.
👏 NOT 👏 NORMAL
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This morning, my eight-year-old daughter, Chrysanthemum, took off her gas mask and asked me why the president would say something like that to an American hero. I’m ashamed to admit that neither I nor her mother knew what to say. “This president said he’d restore honor and dignity to the White House,” Chrysanthemum said, looking up at us from her hyperbaric chamber. “But he’s attacking the free press, which is just doing its job. This is how we lose our democracy.” She’s so wise for her age. She has so much potential. This isn’t the world I want her to grow up in when she goes outside for the first time.
On the statue I helped removed from New York’s City Hall, there is a quote from the slaveowner Thomas Jefferson that has resonated with me ever since it became convenient to my side at 10 a.m. today: “Our liberty cannot be guarded but by the freedom of the press, nor that be limited without danger of losing it.” Just think about that. Let it sink in. RT if you agree. Our liberty is at stake here.
#DontBrowbeatMyPete 🙏
I have studied the rise of Adolf Hitler. I know better than most how this happens. The first thing Hitler did after he came to power was call reporters “stupid sons of bitches” when they asked him about inflation. Twelve years later, the world was in ruins. We are closer than you think to that happening again. First, they came for Philip Wegmann. Then they came for Jacqui Heinrich. Now, with the defilement of Peter Doocy — peace be upon him — I fear we are running out of time. We must be brave. For Peter. For America. For the future.